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Sep 2018
only six minutes can pass and
i have only one finger left
the trick being
i a human being
to look at
this planet through relatively
alien glance
how
well like if you never were here
which soon enough will be there
the case or the whole or just plain
good old nothing bless
that being the case what
bizarre dream
lead us on
to be here and now
golly,of all the moments in space
for me to see
and you to do
all in this nano second..
two minutes
two minituos
two what to do..
sail off for the horizon
head held high
your mit in mine
it even be fine.,.
one minute
runs down
just like the first
and the last..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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