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November 15, 2010

Time, the one sneaky bastard that gets away with anything

 Creeping in no hurry

Withstaning every weather, every situation, stubborn and persistent

Thorn on everyone’s side might I insist

 

An eternal watchful eye

Hovering freely as the winds

Ebbbing away like the tide

An endless echo of conscience, guilt and pride

Time waits for no one

Not for you or I

Time…the bastard of us all…

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