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*hazard of counting time and words ~ stoops to foolhardy pacing wit-clogs hardly ever silent* 1. how seconds fall flat on its innocent face;   loss of hands - clock no help at all as feelings croak in embrace of premature words; rig a string tight, not long after your first day 2. you didn’t know that where you were sent all in good faith put you plain on a danger-path ….. what sick traps awaited (and yet, exculpa non-fini) for, how could you fathom that trusted hands and friendly eyes coaxed your trust, engaged in what they never should... *the only sane thing to do is to live by the second….the minute….the hour ….. no more failing which, is scraping by on the leniency of second chances* S T, 22 aug - thur
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
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*hazard of counting time and words ~ stoops to foolhardy pacing wit-clogs hardly ever silent* 1. how seconds fall flat on its innocent face;   loss of hands - clock no help at all as feelings croak in embrace of premature words; rig a string tight, not long after your first day 2. you didn’t know that where you were sent all in good faith put you plain on a danger-path ….. what sick traps awaited (and yet, exculpa non-fini) for, how could you fathom that trusted hands and friendly eyes coaxed your trust, engaged in what they never should... *the only sane thing to do is to live by the second….the minute….the hour ….. no more failing which, is scraping by on the leniency of second chances* S T, 22 aug - thur
talk about breaking the rules...! some people do get away with terrible things... 'cos bullies love silence. well, all things to come round... Sun-entrance:  sepia-stone 1. There be bright days And there be brighter days This, I’s be tellin’ meself I keeps remindin’  me Ain’t …. no dark days here Only in forgotten mem’ry-boxes Long ago cast in sepia-stone (But one sudden dust-blow Can wickedly crumble that erudite-face And bring ALL that …wriggling back to ****** life) 2. sure ain’t no fool like an old one Oh, pore chil’ don’t get it none: Bendin’ all the rules don’t mean breakin’  ‘em! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv9cWgkpIZ4
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
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