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Can scuttle shade to shade, A bolting spider Bringing back the day My father died So unexpectedly? April 2nd, April 2nd, Twice And down again And scurrying unseen To thrice. How is it Time Can simultaneously, Throb slowly on From troubled day To troubled day, An angling worm, Obstinately crawling Through stubborn clay?
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
How Is It Time
Can scuttle shade to shade, A bolting spider Bringing back the day My father died So unexpectedly? April 2nd, April 2nd, Twice And down again And scurrying unseen To thrice. How is it Time Can simultaneously, Throb slowly on From troubled day To troubled day, An angling worm, Obstinately crawling Through stubborn clay?
Two years come and gone...seems only last week.... The disorienting feeling that Time moves at disproportionate speeds is upon me this day.
#death#time#grief
don-bouchard
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
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