Time (poetry)

Time

April 2nd, 2004

Runnin' outta time,

gonna lose my mind.

You were mine,

and you used to be kind.

We're runnin' outta time...

*"The difference between Genius and Stupidity is Genius has its limits."

((I can never remember for certain if this is Einstein, but it's a good quote nonetheless... Though I have no idea why I paired it with this Barely One Stanza poem...))

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YOU (POETRY)

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