Time is supposed to march ever onward
Onward
And Onward
Without ceasing
Without failing
Something we can all count on
Always
But I've found
That time changes
It's variable
And time is one thin
We should never put our trust in
In fact
I trust time
Even less then I trust you.
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I like this one, I think. I have trouble dealing with subject matter and abject "yous", but it's personal blogging poetry, so I can stuff it.
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