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an additionally crappy poem

supersonic

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Halftime
There's no such thing, there is no stop the process grows and grows and if you don't stay on your feet if you trip, lose your balance you won't be getting up easily if you are to at all.
There is no halftime there is no stop to it all, you have to keep climbing or else you'll fall.
I scarcely remember a time when I could stop and look where I was going.
I ran all but too fast and didn't see the cliff before me.
I closed my eyes and let my fate be would it may.
I thought though I scarcely could stop and think that I'd reach it any day.
Had I but known that the bodies I passed along the way were fathers and mothers.
Had I but time to think.
Had I known the path never ended, I wouldn't have gone running that day.
 
Hey...life tends to be too fast...days go fast..hours go faster..i find myself not reallly looking where i go in a day either.
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p.s. supersonic!!! your poems R NOT crappy...i repeat they are not crappy!!!!
 
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