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Time
Contributed by
errious
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Friday, 15th December 2006 @ 03:49:46 PM in AEST
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Time will pass us by
Its hand on your heart
With long and spindly fingers
Till your day doth part
To sit in stillness
To think and to dream
To watch clocks ticking
And hear the silence scream
God doth watch
See how we all waste
Time is precious
And unable to be replaced
Him who thinks not
Will suffer at his own peril
Beyond Gods’ everlasting light
To recruit himself with the devil
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errious
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Re: Time
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by NDean on
Saturday, 16th December 2006 @ 02:23:57 PM AEST
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My fav of all your poems. Flows well and contains some ace metaphors. And hear the silence scream my definite favourite of the lot
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Re: Time
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by Spike on
Sunday, 31st December 2006 @ 07:39:56 PM AEST
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An interesting reflection on the passing of time, how we put it to use and the consequences of waste - ' the devil makes use of idle hands'. reads smooth. Happy 2007
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