Post No. 854
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And Time
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And time can be so misunderstood
Whether flying by in the blink of an eye
Or dragging slowly, stretching, extending
Seemingly depending on one’s view
And thyme is of the essence too
Stuffing in a fowl never smelled as good —
The aroma beckoning our hunger pangs
We walk life’s path hand-in-hand with time
Alongside us and our shadow lags behind
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©Denise G Allen, 14 August 2015 14:44
