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Infinite . . .
There is never enough time.
Seasons change and the clocks tick.
Time will always move.
and . . .
. . . limited
There is never enough time,
but nearly always enough,
to do everything and nothing
all at once.
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(January 2021.)
Another pair of poems meant to coexist side-by-side. I love these conjoined twins.
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Poetry Collection.
PoetryEvery poem that I have ever written in my designated poetry journal since the day I was eleven years old. Read at your own risk. 😎
