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OUT OF TIME
A holiday thought.
My old clock used to tell the time
==== and subdivide diurnity;
but now it's lost both hands and chime
==== and only tells eternity.
Piet Hein
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Sometimes, in dark of the night
When the rain is drumming out rhythms
Of sweet loneliness and regret
On my windowed pain.
I think of you...
And the novelty oversize balloon
We'll buy together some smile filled day
At a funfair not far away
From now.
- me

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