Time Is Unable - Poem by Junius Barnes
Able is soul, but sometimes I can’t carry the load.
Then my soul turns unable like time it’s sometimes.
Sing a carol.
Time is unable, my soul take a plunge I can’t run.
I tried to turn.
Unable, I say unable life a carol sail but sometimes.
I think we are living in hell.
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