Peter S. Quinn


3 Minutes Of The Tick Tock (From, Spring Come Come) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Take or leave this gaming
For the nobody who then knows
The slow in the roll is taming
Inside haste time that flows
Waste time and give me a sign
To let it come what it’s at
Draw out its going to define
Whether it’s ready to go at that

Somebody is always a real just
Got to show up speed time
With that better that’s already lost
In its out-a-way real prime
Time is waiting minutes won't save
It better be what you feel
Follow the beat come into the wave
Don’t hesitate keen on the real

Keep it up and get the hop
Take the line to the minute’s world
Never let go never let it stop
It’s what you all are in to this furled
Tick tock the time it’s waiting
Ready to go fast and somewhat slow
Every its sign front line stating
Feeling the stroll inside the roll-flow

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



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