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Whatever you do, don't.....

Whatever you do, don't go home,
you won't like what you find.

Whatever you do, don't look back,
there's nothing for you there.

Whatever you do, don't turn around,
you'll never find what you lost.

Whatever you do, don't forget,
it's more painful to not remember.
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  1. David MacaulayJune 15, 2011 at 6:27 PM

    nice poem - but I'm always looking back. I am also thinking there is much to be said for getting an award for breathing. I'm up for this idea, actually.

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  2. e.a.s. demersJune 15, 2011 at 6:58 PM

    Thanks, I'm afraid I'm guilty of always looking back as well, unfortunately--- let me work on that spiffy 'breathing award'... :-)

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  3. David MacaulayJune 15, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    oh no probs I'm not being serious but sometimes feel work place appreciation is so lacking I could do with a 'turning up award' - mind you I do know the sort of people you are talking about who feel entitled, lol

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