Poetry

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I can wander where i will,and also wonder when i'm
still,although the earth it is a sphere,can wander
off it up in the air,and other planets they'l
get to them soon,after all they walked on the moon,
life is not a wishing well,for only certain things
can tell,the limits that our bodies show,only
certain things we all do know,the things that are impossible then,are plainly visible to us as well,
if we stand still time does not stop,or race
against it,dosent care,it only tells us we're
here or there,every time we spend an hour,we're
older by that hour's power,whether we are working hard,or sitting down in the yard,in the shop down the lane,for sixty minuets that's an hour once
again,and that's another time frame.
Joe.

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