Jun 2013
Like plastic soldiers
in a row
A gust of truth
and down they go like leaves
Sailing through this hour glass
the future *mingles with the past
The writing hand runs out of ink
and IBM runs out of blink
*WAr
iS
Just
a
state
of
TiME
in a row
A gust of truth
and down they go like leaves
Sailing through this hour glass
the future *mingles with the past
The writing hand runs out of ink
and IBM runs out of blink
*WAr
iS
Just
a
state
of
TiME
(64/M/England)
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