Time consumed goes beyond human cure,
Of the time yet to come one's not sure,
Kiss me, Fleeting Moment,
Gift art thou, God's present,
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Apologies once again Rev Bernard for not seeing this before, and thank you so much.
Human cure! ! Sure with the truth, To secure the muse of righteous morals. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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