Cheryl CommodoreHarvey Poems

I'm sick.
Honest, I am.
I'm sick.
What? You don't believe me?
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Time is just not on my side.
I'm going to personify time and say how I thought it would wait for me.
And how I thought it would give me some of it's youthful gains of sand back later, if I missed it whilst I partied and played.
Time is always ticking and talking, striking fear every time it strikes midnight, telling the world that it's a new day, dawn, light.
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