Regrets for past procrastinations wracked my thoughts;
My Lord deleted dreadful files: magnetic cheer!
The now's a one and history's a simple ought.
My Lord, this prayer, I offer lovingly to you:
Please grant us cancer drugs our doctors brew from yew—
Expunge from files all trace of morning air and dew—
May every day become the same and never new.
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