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Fading View of Time
Fading View of Time
David J Walker
Dust covers most of the few
Magical moments of childhood
Rust is rife on all metal left exposed
In the long life of my dormant bike
And I suppose the memories are
Meaningless to anyone else unless
You were an eyewitness to the
Same past times
The clock ticks
The clock tocks
The clock chimes
Another moment crosses the lines
Leading to
The fading view
Of life
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