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Time
Upon my watch, three hands tell me the time,
The mirror shows a different degree,
Forgotten thoughts with words that do not rhyme,
Meander down the road to lunacy.
Shine your shoes up!
Put on your tie!
Let’s go outside…
And find a place to fly!
Come and gone for me to see, believed,
The ocean tides, rivers wide, crimson sky,
How will I know when God has called to me?
Upon my watch, three hands tell me the time.
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2007-11-27
07:27:56
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TD Euwaite?
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Marg...I stretch the rukes and the iambs as far as they go...I can speak in penta...with some artistry...
2007-11-27
07:59:28 ·
update #1
Yes...Destinations was another Dorsimbra
2007-11-27
08:00:35 ·
update #2