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Time
It is given but not in haste Often spent while some make waste. Ever onward it goes To infinity? No one knows. It's what I've spent with you And shared in all we do. It's sometimes lost with age, Or forgotten in turn of page. It is something we can't see And something we'll never be. Always ever here It's language always clear. Now my friends it's past The hour now is cast. Fadedspirit 2/21/2008 |
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the more birthdays i have the more i think about time slipping away...well put and ty for sharing...i may have you confused w/someone else, but didn't you post a poem not long ago and state that is was your first attempt at poetry??? if so, well you share the gift w/the others
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Thanks MirrorMirror, MsTeddyBear, and LAMom.
bgeorge, Thanks for the comment. Much appreciated. I believe that you may have me confused, but all is good. I've been writing for about 14 years. |
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Thanks shauna
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