Monday, November 26, 2007


It runs, it flies, it passes by
It stops for a moment
Its fleeting and free
Its hasty and hurried
Its gone like the wind
Its time, and it's passing
It's today and tomorrow
yesterday and forever
its here then its there
Its time and its ticking by

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Thanks again, Wendy