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Time is a currency, that you can only spendIt’s not for sale, to borrow, or to lendWe waste it freely, everydayIt seems so plentiful, but we wil..
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resurrected from the ash heap
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old poem I thought id try again
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you may have seen this before not sure if i posted it
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an old poem I ran across
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About the Human Race
Sharpened fingers,
Always poking in my face,
Is what I remember the most,
About the human race.
If yo..
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At first you thought you could.
Then you thought you couldn't
After working at it a while
You realized that you shouldnt
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The world is racing down biblical paths
Nobody is happy with what they have.
We sit back and watch As the machine is being dismantled.
We couldn't..
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I'm the shiney penny, at the bottom of the well.
Watching you as you wish, your life goes swell.
Quarters and dimes, all around me here.
My shine ..
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She had mirrors for eyes,
Racetracks for hips.
Had the skin off my back,
under her fingertips.
She was an ice cube, melting
On a tropical beach..
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