The Meaning Of Time With No Mention Of It C ount O ne moment with me N ow together lets weave it S lowly into the next E very second C ounts in its U nique context T hen when we have to leave it I t isnt the same as when we were in it V irtue amidst bereavement E xchange and look back for a minute B etter now that the hour has come R etrospect I s a perfect envoy E xpectations are numb F rom the ultimate sum, we succumb… …Then we count it all joy I t is our day N ow we believe it S o we reap & we sow then re-weave it T horoughly into the next A n hour a minute a second a moment N arrows life down to nothing complex C ount on it to be whatever we make it E ach day is a gift S o the present wont let us forsake it… …We receive then another day goes To be present wherever we take it
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