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Monday, April 25, 2011

Time

I can sense the disapearence of the lovely rain
Although it's only in my imagination and is not true

Thank God for the kid neighbor who cant feel the pain
Splashing around in mud puddles he has no clue

That time is surging by him, every beat through his veins
and as I watch him I realize, only he can renew

the emptiness that time can only proclaim.
Austin Roberts
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