Time

Time is a slow food continuance
of ups and downs in sequence.
All one man can ask for
is a minimum of misunderstanding
and an abundance of clarity.

Thus the one miraculous launch
is the start of a true limited edition
and all one can aspire to
is a close embracing that moves
in close proximity of nudity.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-06-28 at 22:37

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