Time

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    Time

    Time
    In it's simplest form
    A non-signifcant state
    The calm before the storm
    It's hard not to anticipate
    It's a tireless force
    Or a whimsical song
    It has no remorse
    It sees no wrong
    Will stare you in the face
    And watch from afar
    It's sees no color or race
    It cares not who you are
    Forever neverending
    And constantly in motion
    Possibly could be descending
    And is older than the oceans
    Time
    Vincent Joseph Caiazzo

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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