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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Days That Matter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the past it was, <br>'What mattered the most.'<br>Everything was, 'a matter of fact.'<br>And I didn't, unless; <br>'It was a matter of comon sense.'<br>Handled of course<br>'In a succinct matter discretely.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now as the rays of the sun<br> Race away behind the clouds<br>As the shadows grow deeper<br> Across my days<br>And the west of my life<br> Glows gold and blue fades to gray<br>I'm left with this hollow feeling<br> whispering in my ear<br>Hissing asking; 'What really matters? '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And as I watch the last grains<br> Of a handfull of sand<br>Slide throughy fingers<br> that old saying echoes in my head<br>'It won't matter<br> In a hundred yeard.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Midnights+Voice">Midnights Voice</a></strong></div>

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