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The Tick Tock Minute Of New York
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June 2004 Poetry Light moves in front of my eyes
so fast I can barely blink
How piercing the sound of silence
comes creeping
It's like I'm time, and I've stopped
yet the world just keeps on going
With the hustle and the bustle of people
it's no wonder we live our lives
10 seconds short of a New York minute
~*~ Jill ~*~
