Poetry

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If time could fall like shattered glass;pick up the pieces they are your past,
alas for time it dare not speak;a memory call when life was young ,
people and places are gone for ages,the past now present once again;place
distant in the mind may surface like a name unsigned,if time recalled each
telling phase who knows that secret it should amaze,time becomes that
line each day that only GOD do give away,seconds mattered how people scattered
memories old when time is stretched,a looking glass is in a mirror etched;and
future tense who could them guess,could time confess;more or less.
Joe.
 

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