Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Was!

Gentle plateaux and a little spike
My history is a divided past,
I am not, and there I was!
And here, back to am, at last!
Of the span of time which I like,
But why, I know, nothing to say
That little life, little spike
Counted the most by end of day.

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