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Time Is Cruel
time is cruel
i have seen how
rashly she ears off
every page
of my calendar
my hair turns white
got more furrows
on my face
my arms are slow
my feet like dough
at the last hour
i wait on one of the benches
on the park and i shall
fade like a
premature sunset
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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