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Thursday, January 15, 2009


I had to find
the track of time
before I could find you,
but your smiling face
stands in the way
of what I want to do.
So get off my path
I'm moving past
my past (and that means you).
Your handsome face
will have to wait-
I've got better things to do.

You know the saying, "I lost track of time"?
I started thinking about that, and that was the beginning of this poem.

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