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Friday, March 22, 2013

Caught in the act



The miles fly by and I
Will surely make good time I sigh
Contentment and my fingers mime
Their music keeping time with my
Anticipatory attendance I
Will not be late.

The miles fly by and fate
Decrees this time will be okay for me
Nobody sees nobody times
How fast those miles fly by.

But he is never far from me
No miles can separate and he
Has every mile foreseen.

The miles fly by.

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