Vender Of Time Poem by Samantha Stough
Vender Of Time
I sell forever in tiny bottles,
I have my own little stand by the street
Everyone wants it...
Everyone needs it...
So why should I make it free?
I keep all the time in the world
In a special red chest
The supply surpasses the demand,
But it spoils quickly at best
I give no refunds
There are no such things as returns
It seems as if the world loses
The more I - the vender of time- earns
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4/24/2024 3:55:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Another very imaginative poem of yours... well done ;)