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Array ( [sid] => 88976 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Nothing But Time [time] => 2005-03-27 18:44:38 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Between the e-mails and the telephone calls,
the closed door and the closing walls,
the hushed words that always fall
on Sunday morning mass.

Captured in a seconds glance,
seconds pass without the chance
to make an impression or have a stance
to seperate itself into immortal class.

Waste of time is waste of mind,
present company excluded, fine,
let the sand tick away the time,
I will grasp the day by the sword.

Bursting air with pleasant sunshine
has a feeling of spring divine,
even though feeling like this should be a crime,
I still find myself eternally bored. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Nothing But Time

Contributed by CodyJ on Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 06:44:38 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Between the e-mails and the telephone calls,
the closed door and the closing walls,
the hushed words that always fall
on Sunday morning mass.

Captured in a seconds glance,
seconds pass without the chance
to make an impression or have a stance
to seperate itself into immortal class.

Waste of time is waste of mind,
present company excluded, fine,
let the sand tick away the time,
I will grasp the day by the sword.

Bursting air with pleasant sunshine
has a feeling of spring divine,
even though feeling like this should be a crime,
I still find myself eternally bored.




Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-03-27 18:44:38]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Nothing But Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 09:05:29 PM AEST
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This was so smooth it was exciting to read. I didn't stumble over any verses and it flowed magnificiently.

Now I hope something perks in your life to assist you in not becoming eternally bored because that would be a dreadful state.

Kie




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