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Sonnets Don't count the days we've seen so far the most
but rather let ecah moment have its place;
deny the change for changing and a host
of inconsistencies has notched your trace.
My facets are confusing still to me,
but I can grasp the seemings and the seen;
I know what I may think will always be
could be truly what has ever been.
I've said my piece, I think, for now at least,
but do not think this answer is the last;
as no food stays forever at a feast
so will what's said here be denied at fast.
The clock ticks sideways, time does not return
yet every second's acts we must relearn.
