Daimon Ferguson (Portland, Oregon)
Love and Time
tick, tock, tick, tock... stop and look at him tock...
for the keeper of time is a ticking, ticking, ticking...
if he were to stop that would be the end of a clock...
because he would stop a clicking, clicking, clicking...
time and love, the food and drink of the soul,
they are the ones that keep me right and whole,
my love of a girl, and the passing of time,
the only things that hold me to this rhyme,
for without love and time the world wouldn't be the same,
because they are the essence of our name...
Love and Time,
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