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Feb 2014
Life slows at the last and yet
time goes so fast
it's not fair,so
be aware of the clock and take stock of the hour
do all that you can and devour the days
in many ways that's all we can do,and as time eats up the minutes,you should eat them up too.
Be full in the face as time alters the pace,when it slows you will know that it's time and you must go,but if,then and while,use the language of the loop,spin the dial and speak as though your life depends on what the next minute or hour lends,tend to all the little things and let the mainsprings be,
the frozen eyes of time can see the hands that turn and wind the key,
and time,
the mistress of mystery as old as ancient history,may decide to fly or wait and see,
we'll wait to see it
too.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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