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oh...

oh...
Oh so slow.
Snails glide
Still though go.

Oh no doubt
Empty time
Stretching without.

Oh there will be no
Knelt surrender
To him that I know

Oh thank you folk
genuine
As irony is the joke

Oh past has been passed
Filtered of now
Counted into all this impressed.

Oh the day has not come
I go home to roost
After this little life is done.