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I remember how slow time flew in my boyhood days when everything was unsophisticated, uncomplicated, when a joke was a joke that lasted days on end, when a walk down the street was endless And besides, you felt as if an ice-cream cone was so enormous that it would take you an hour to eat And greeting a friend became frozen in time and somewhat endless In fact, almost every act in life was set in slow motion for just like you, we were flying through life, at that time, just with little propellers But like you and so many others we ate of the tree of knowledge thus expanding our vision A vision that hasten our life and accelerated us into adulthood as time quickened Now greeting a friend is like eating at a fast-food restaurant, not quite remembering fully what was said and even listened to An ice-cream cone has emotionally dwindled to the size of a thimble and passes our taste buds so quickly we can't remember when we started and when we finished... And like those sophisticated air jets...          for all                   time                         flies..         towards oblivion...
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
propellers to jets
I remember how slow time flew in my boyhood days when everything was unsophisticated, uncomplicated, when a joke was a joke that lasted days on end, when a walk down the street was endless And besides, you felt as if an ice-cream cone was so enormous that it would take you an hour to eat And greeting a friend became frozen in time and somewhat endless In fact, almost every act in life was set in slow motion for just like you, we were flying through life, at that time, just with little propellers But like you and so many others we ate of the tree of knowledge thus expanding our vision A vision that hasten our life and accelerated us into adulthood as time quickened Now greeting a friend is like eating at a fast-food restaurant, not quite remembering fully what was said and even listened to An ice-cream cone has emotionally dwindled to the size of a thimble and passes our taste buds so quickly we can't remember when we started and when we finished... And like those sophisticated air jets...          for all                   time                         flies..         towards oblivion...
rw-dennen
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
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