my, oh my. time.A Poem by deegolden420Look at the clock. What will you do? Who will you hit or who will you screw? What can you buy or what can you theft? Who will be watching and what will they say? "Why do you choose to spend you time in that way?" Do not take what they say to heart. Because time has no limits. There is no end. There is no start.
© 2009 deegolden420Author's Note
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