untitled thought
movingfinger
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I was twiddling my thumbs one day
when one cracked,
twisted,
and plopped off onto the ground.
I picked it up and stared
suddenly forgeting
what I had been waiting for.
when one cracked,
twisted,
and plopped off onto the ground.
I picked it up and stared
suddenly forgeting
what I had been waiting for.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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