Real Time

by damommza

With fingers spread, we cannot touch
The miles too far, the time too much
You are asleep, while I’m awake
You cannot give, I cannot take

The clock declares, this is “real time”
We never talk, we often rhyme
When we are dead, where will we go?
I often guess, you just don’t know

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  1. damommza

     /  March 24, 2016

    Is it in bad taste to applaud my own stuff? lol

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  2. * PB sneaks in * Anybuddy hear ??
    Hee, well done, DM !!

    ** PB’s been cycloling in wheel time πŸ˜‰ **

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    • damommza

       /  June 5, 2016

      PB!!!!! *jumps on PB’s lap and gives him a hug*. We’re here! and we hear ya! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

      Reply

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