once more, an unfamiliar journey
yet fair, this lap which must be run
outdistanced by the future
bound into an inevitable race of one
hesitate, or leap forward unafraid
empty of regret, blind to the lost illusion
the pounding excavation of tomorrow
at the font of love's confusion
so hail the unsung hero now
for yesterday is soon undone
sliced from memory, yet written
in the scars of time, for some
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Ta-Da! Here you have it. The finished sink. I think it's finished. Glen's
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