Oh, The TimeA Poem by James K. BlaylockOh, The Time
trying to breath, but all air-ways are blocked
fighting to live, but growing wearry from shock...
nothing means nothing, and now, the hands are gone from your clock
3-30-09
© 2009 James K. BlaylockReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 30, 2009 AuthorJames K. BlaylockTyler, TXAboutHi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..Writing
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