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Author: Anonymouse
Started: 29/01/09
Last Edited: 29/01/09
Published: 29/01/09
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Another fifteen minutesOutline: Time flies. The church bell rings the strident quarter hours
That chop the day into four hundred bites. And fifteen minutes of my life has gone. I sleep then wake and wash and dress - Dingdong; Eat breakfast, read the post - Dingdong, dingdong. And fifteen minutes of my life has gone. Those hungry minutes rush relentless by, Devouring all my days and weeks and months, The endless years no longer mine to waste. So much to do to say that I was here, So little time remains to do it all Before the final chime. |
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