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Turmoil
Turmoil in the ticking
Temporal time,
Does it cross over
To the eternal second
Or is it all just crazy
Imagination,
Like finding fields
Filled with only four
Leaf clovers and daisies,
Where one could pluck
The petals to find the
Answers to all that we
Don’t know,
May never
Understand.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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