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it is
a skittish
little beast
though
nothing
harms it
/\/\/\        in the least         /\/\/\
●•○        a living thing       ○●•
○●•°       of red and black     ●○•°
○●°••●○●°if you touch it●○°•●○●○•
○●••●•○°○●it attacks!●○°••●○●•
this lizard snaps
this creature bites
it will engage and
hang on tight! So
be careful where
you step • because
of poison it's adept
as you're walking
●•°○up a trail • carry••○●
••●○••○sticks and do●○°•●○
●°°•●○°○•●not fail!○●•°●○•●○
●°○•      Gila Monsters     ●•○°
\/\/\/      you may goad      \/\/\/
so watch it
○•° son○●°
●°• they●°○
○●own●○
●°•the○●°
•°○● R○●°•°
○••●O○°•●
°•○●A●°•○
°•●○D○●°•
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though lifes beauty fades

with the cold gust of its wind

soon enough will come the day

where all will flower once again

If I held the master clock
And controlled it's turning hands of time
I would add forevermore
To these fleeing days of yours and mine

I would turn your seconds into minutes
Your minutes into hours
Your hours into days
And time would hold no power

Time would be no more
As men know time to be
Time would be known simply
As eternity

No more age and death
No more our bodies worn
All would have the hope
Of a precious babe newborn

No more tears of sorrow
Shed for a loved one lost to death
No more prayers would need be spoken
Pleading for just one more breath

No more of this life's decaying
No more backs heavy laden
No more time now gone
No more memories fading

Man will never hold this power
We are but slave to the tick and tock
The power of time is held in the hand
Of the one who made the master clock

RLB