Fifteen Hours to Auckland

11/28/2009

As time goes by along given track,

Stars glisen through seeing eyes and react to the simple things that don’t come back, to the basic image in your mind.

Your mother knew it would just take time.  And time, again, is just a rhyme,

With her and I, there is no crime; without cause, won’t pay a singe dime.

Stores are for those who are past their prime,

Numbers squeel to hault and then rewind.

Andrew Miller. 2008


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