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"And" by Mr. David Hart And am I he who time knows not, and Am I he who careth not? For minutes can like hours prey And hours can like minutes stray In my annealed soul your wraith remains. Mindless I canst naught your name contain. And colors dance while music pirouettes-- Swirling harmonies nudge, wriggle, Jounce and cavort in step As seconds can like days invade And years can like minutes parade, And rhyming colors float and dazzle in And out from one whose silence oft yields a shout. Yea, time, hail me in maelstroms of ecstasy without rue Pray time, forsake me not as being forever true. And minutes melt into hours with ne'er a fight, For one whose love oft rebuked, laughs at his plight