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Ten Seconds

TEN SECONDS Time is of the essence, Every tick of the clock measures your accomplishments. It's not clear what you will yet become, Your destine for greatness. With hopes and admirations looming, A cloud of misfortune and disbelief appear. Over the horizon, As the clock loudly strikes twelve, Dreams and visions of greatness, Peak through the darkness. Time fades behind the clouds, TEN SECONDS by Norman Geary

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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