Sure. No problem. When the time comes
and time ticks away, we'll do it when the time languishes, and divorces mean that our lives are lost to courts and lawyers and money - spent on candy that is here one day, and gone. Then the sun comes up, I see the dawn, another trickle of time that says we can do this now, with coffee and a drop of cream, sweetener that, spelled correctly, will liven your day, until it is nearly noon. Another cloud, another time for dark clouds, for foggy, fog that will make us all draw and stand and stare at the train to take us away from here, to who knows where. We'll tell you, but don't fall asleep or we'll leave behind, and there might not be a next time. © 2018 Larry Ingram
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