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Oct 2016
The hour glass is welded down
there is no spinning it around
the sand will pour out like rain
slowly falling grain by grain

The clock hands spin and spin
cannot be beat it always wins
calendar pages always turn
in my bones I feel it burn

Ocean waves slap the beach
eroding what is within its reach
youth it fades like the evening sun
don't waste today, have some fun
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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