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Aug 2017
I slip out of time
No reason, no rhyme
Moments internal
Becoming eternal

The world whorls
Senses spin
Past is future
Now not now

Relatively needs sensibility
As temporal moments swirl
Eddies distract and detract
Be here now
James Floss
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James Floss  60/M/Freshwater, CA
(60/M/Freshwater, CA)   
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