Bottle
Once a génie appeared in answer to an unspoken question.
How may one be of assistance ?
The genie kindly asked it's mute mortal inquisitor.
Life is harsh and fleeting, oh to live forever that is the gift the wish, mortal replied.
Very well, said the genie.
There is no Time, like the present?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-06-25 at 00:24
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