A hand full of water
A hand in a stream, holds water all day.
But cupped and limited soon slips away.
The tree bears fruit and pleads to be eaten.
Not to be taken and money beaten.
Your property is theft, theft from yourself.
It gives away your inner wealth.
Time doth pass that's all it does.
Past and future, fiction stuff.
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