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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem 201: It's 2:01

It's 2:01 and as the clock says
it's 'bout time we go.
It's one past when we should have left
It's one after when, as you have said
the world fell in pieces. 
Now, without manners that clock speaks
of things it's deems necessary.
But, truth is this: we will soon be
missing the promises we made
and so, although we will be late, 
we really ought to leave with pace
expedient.

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