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Feb 2011
Just time...
Like little fingers
Heart things in the Love dark
Small bright eyes
Playing attention
Paying Night and Day
Their due...
Just time...

Just time...
Odes and sonnets
And other words
Used as tools
Or feints of Love
In the swell and sway
So cruel...
Just time.

Just time...
Hardly a wink
In the blink of the wonder
Of Oxford, or Webster's
Or Roget...
Let's play...
With time.
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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