Hurry
Long are the days,
When they shorten,
Hurry, hurry must we,
No longer does time seem to slow
like maple syrup in winter,
No longer do we have time,
the colors burst around us
as we hurry to be done
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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