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TIME TRAVELERS ADVENTURES #7

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Thursday, 26th January 2012 @ 09:27:34 AM in AEST
Topic: fantasy

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For a long while now I’ve been out of cash,
From traveling often into the distant past.
But the mailman came and brought me a check
From an unknown donor, so what the heck!

The battery is charged and the gears are greased,
Having cash in my pocket, is a pure relief.
Where I’ll end up next I really have no clue,
But that is what’s exciting about the things I do!

I sat down in the seat just to check my gauges,
I accidentally hit the starter and I’m off in blazes.
Seconds seem like hours but in a breath I’m there,
The only question I have is really just “Where?”

I looked through some rushes on a riverbank.
Had I landed in the water I surely would have sank.
At that very moment a woven basket floated by,
It had a lid on the top and had caught me by surprise.

Two lovely young ladies were swimming in the stream.
The youngest got the basket, letting out a little scream.
Lifting out a tiny baby maybe six months old this day,
Calling unto her Princess, “May this little boy please stay?”

Pharaoh’s daughter and guards sensed a stranger hiding there.
With knives and spears drawn I was afraid I’d lose my hair.
“I think I’ll call him Moses,” I heard the voice of Pharaoh’s daughter,
“Because in Hebrew it means he was drawn up from the water!”

So in Egypt was I, as it all became so clear,
But my only thought now was to get away from here!
A beautiful sound was to hear the motor chime
When back in my machine heading somewhere else in time!

Copyright Â© robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2012-01-26 09:27:34]
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