Friday, June 22, 2007
Now, I have to wait (after all the hurrying up...)
TIME POEM: I am up at five, away from home I do not need bells or alarm Yet, nearer those who are dear I seem to wear, tare and tear Much more than when I have time - More of it to spare! Change of clime Changes rhythm, reason and life itself Too often a book on a dusty shelf: For one thing, I walk...
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