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  • I don't know who the poet is, but this poem has always been one of my favourite.

    Too often we don't realize what we have until it is gone,
    Too often we wait too late to say
    “I am sorry , I was wrong.”
    Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
    We hold dearest to our hearts;
    And we allow foolish things to tear
    our lives apart.
    Far too many times we let unimportant
    things into our minds,
    And then it is usually too late
    to see what made us blind.
    So be sure you let people know
    how much they mean to you;
    Take that time to say the words
    before your time is through.
    Be sure that you appreciate
    everything you have got.
    And be thankful for the
    that mean a lot.
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