MY TIME

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MY TIME

Time moves slowly, very slowly...

S  l  o  w  l  y  I  chase  it

I crawl with it

The days are   l  o  n  g  so very l o n g

Minutes become hours

six hundred minutes per hour

Time does not fly

My time goes afoot.

October 14, 1998

MYJA

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

mirian’s Poems (7)

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