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All The Time In The World
hewn in antiquity of fire and ice
rough fell born in flash and fury hurled
from the high ground fountainhead
set in motion artlessly impelled
downwards tumbling by such attraction
that demands all obey its draw
but my life’s course stretches far beyond
your mortal grasp and moves at a pace
measured in millennia as you count days
I may rest b...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 10:57 pm
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