Every day seems to be gone,
when you ready, the paralells
split the verbal view-------
Anything can be seen, here on
this flowin avenue, where all
the seekers pass by, on their
way to the Time Shop-----
A fragment of endlessness, can
be yours, for a smile or two.
Do we follow a flightpath, like
partickles, drawn towards a
center, do we go for the goin',
or for the kick of doin-------
See--- the difference…
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