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Caught in Action!



Two or three minutes, two or three hours;
What do they mean in this life of ours?
Not very much if but counted as time,
But minutes of gold and hours sublime,
If only we'll use them once in a while,
To Make someone happy -
                    To Make someone smile.

A minute may dry a little lad's tears,
An hour sweep aside trouble of years.
Minutes of my time may bring to and end,
Homelessness somewhere -
                    And bring me a friend.


Author Unknown