Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Time passes fast,
Three minutes left,
"Shoot, gotta rush".
This I detest .

Write, write, no time to spare,
Keep your focus; Of things to share,
Only two minutes left on the clock,
"Do it, do it you slow time-jock!"

Take your time, my brain debates,
Nono, the sound my heart makes.
You can find the will under't your soul,
I can't , I can't do no foul.

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