a-sure a-fair
huhcofcofahahmmm...
vhat be it
zat be ze
'soar-s' of
a past
the 'mow-meant' (uff time)...
was a 'bore-dome' cap
cleared that vhat
vas min(e)d uff
'thuh-oughts' zat then
'a-pier-id' as a 'free-dome'...
uff time to swim in
but my feet were
not un-sure as
ze ride had already
stopped and ze 'mow-meant' passed...
andt i vatched as
'the-oughts' were
becoming past
while 'few-sures'
became the new present and gift so any...
'few-sure' possibilities
be 'sew-wings' of
time persisting for
us to sew time
and quietly helps others and ourselves...
stan sand
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