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Apr 2014
5/20/12

Time is of the essence.
Meridian, a or p.
It doesn't matter to me.
Either way I'm in a rush,
Time is always a push.
Time for work,
Time for bed,
Time is just, in our head.
Time to spend,
You and me.
But not the time,
The time, for tea.
5/20/2012
Kevin Hawkins
Written by
Kevin Hawkins  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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