Procrastination is the Thief of Time.
In the home of everything – except the love she longed for, dwelt Gwendolyn, the poor little rich girl.
The poor little rich girl's father, whose money making schemes left little time for tenderness.
The tyrants of modern civilization, Servants – by position, Masters – for disposition.
The poor little rich girl's mother, whose social duties seem of more importance than the happiness of her child.
– Mother is very busy today, dear. We'll try to have a little chat tomorrow.
– Why do my tomorrows never come?
Empty hearts, empty lives, empty homes. Poor little rich girl.
The hopes of dreamland lure the little soul from the shadows of Death to the joys of Life.
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