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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Time is Sweet

Time is Sweet
like the Honey
Life that Runs
Of the Days
Breath is Cold and Hot, that Blows
Thy precious Death Away


Slick as Serpent  Tongue, It takes
It comes and Eats,Breath by taste
Held in hand,Its meal to Dine
ah,
Tis a pleasant life, not Lived in Time.

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