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Desperation
Inspiration yields to desperation
with each tick of the clock
underarms damp as the back of your knees
soiling even your frumpy frock...
Time is finite, you know it’s true
though it seems it’s out to choke just you
a thought races past, is it your last
~ an alarm goes off, the die is cast
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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