Hourglass

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    Hourglass
    Your footstep's are in hourglass away,Time is what seperates one another. Afraid too much time away one will forget,Your face that smile I don't remember the sound of your voice. Can't smell your sent never to talk again,And hourglass away so far. Your footsteps were cut short,Now I have to wait until the hourglass is filled and its my turn.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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