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Whenever when is in the air
It is a question not a wish
When weakly posed evaded
Unlike a heavy net of fish
When shall we see is hopeful
Demanding work beyond the ask
When will it be a wistful plea
If one believes there is no task
For when the time is called for
Answers must be swift
Otherwise the stakes are rising
When ones options cast adrift
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