Take your eyes now off the action, tend your garden or your home
quickly slips another fraction, OFF, why not a metronome?
Tireless your heart is beating, oxygen flows in and fades,
go, my friend, another meeting, this time it’s the Everglades.
Take with hands the gods once gave you, never mind those hungry eyes
see the clock, it cannot save you, soon you say your quick goodbyes.
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perusing luxuries and walking proud and tallhe clings to trimmings and an image for a wife.As years fly by he must attend to special needsand be provider and for kin remain on callthere was a time when there was promise in his seedsyet near the fork that splits his path he cries for nought.He wakes…
Going down Lindsay Road,
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I stopped right at the scene of tragedy.
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