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Saturday, October 8, 2011

We ain't what we used to not be.

For a while
For the time being
So damned slow
Molasses minutes
And hours that aren't our's
Shaking hands with seconds
On a poker-face-clock

So be it
Until then
When now
Somehow spent
Allowance on admittance
With nothing to show for it

Clogged cogs
Cracked gears
There is no such thing
As perpetual motion

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