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April 11, 2012

the arbitrary clock ticks down
pressing to the point
when the numbers will shift
when ‘today’ becomes something else
and ‘tomorrow’ is too late
when the bravado of ‘today’
morphs into the embarrassment of ‘tomorrow’
when the daily poems
once flowing like sweet wine
might take a humbling turn
toward bitterness

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