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Jul 2016

In as much
as all they say
That time is what
you waste away
With numbers
posted on display
To think that
it is free

When counting minutes
on a face
Leaves moments you
forgot to trace
Expand yourself
through time and space
Be all that
you can be

For every tick
does brings a tock
It can not be
that big a shock
When twice a day
a broken clock
Is right for those
who see

Rejoice within
each passing hour
For you my friend
have got the power
To touch a heart
as seconds shower
These times on
you and me
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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