Kiss the ones,
held dearest.
For in those smiles.
In those smiles.
I can see with love's clarity.
Not blindfolded by my hate, and ignorance.
But sipping coffee, and still liking the bitter.
Punishment for crime, is it time already
to draw straws and sticks.
I really must win sometime,
for aloft a judge declares the time.
Far better than a grandfather clock's chime.
Politic's and Drug's for me,
I must have some.
In order to drown the fear of losing my watch.
Do you have the time?
For I do not.
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