The Daily Mail


I do not name

The days

Anymore;

There seems

No sense

In that.

Some

Drag their feet

Like old men

Limping,

Others

Skitter past

Playing tag

Together.

It is their speed

Of passing,

Not the names

Which chart them.

Anyway,

I have

A phone

Now;

It tells me

When to turn

The page.

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