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The Time Too Late

When the clock stops ticking when the day does not break when the night refused to fall when the sun does not rise when the season ceased when the spirit leaves the body when all flesh cannot change things

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/30/2011 3:28:00 PM
Sounds like the end of our time on earth with this unique write. God Bless Phyl
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Date: 11/15/2011 8:48:00 AM
Sounds like the end of the world. And the way its going one wonders how long.
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Date: 11/13/2011 8:44:00 AM
hey Mats time and tide..... thanks for your comments..David
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Date: 11/12/2011 8:54:00 PM
when you said "just trying to figure in mind" what did you mean? (about the winter poem?) by the way, I have never been involved in getting a tree from the wilderness, it was just something to imagine. This poem here is like Revelations, just not "long" but very prophetic! Good one, Mathias.
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Date: 11/12/2011 6:51:00 PM
Mathias, a deep thought... ..Have yourself a wonderful night..Thank you for sharing your interesting thoughts and words. Take care ;-) ..p.d.
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