Racing With Time
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this thing called time ; i can't quite pin down
the humor, the thrill, and the pang ,
how it marinades or starts to evaporate
to the point that days look bright or dim,
while life zooms on some borrowed ride
then snuffs a longing smile, a booming cry
right down to the ground…my, oh my!
the next moment or come near daybreak;
i pick my feet up to embrace yesterday’s shocks
plucking joy for sweet love to share around,
then redeem a truant relapse moody time …
darn! i try to feel it, blurt it, taste it, and exclaim,
“what a joyful world !” , even when traffic sucks!
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*small caps are intentionally used
For Russell Sivey: Tons of Comma Fun
Written by: nette onclaud
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