Do we fall behind?
No, time simply moves forward
-- with or without us
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- cranberry saucetart, sweet -- spilled on my jacket...
- a pigeon flies throughunder a covered walkwayescap...
- (they marched -- Barbara Tuchman wrote -- to bands...
- gray goose glidesjust above me as I pauseto tie my...
- Seven gables crownthat gray abandoned houseI walk ...
- on the time change
- the punter warms upas fans begin to leavehe waits ...
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