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Grains Of Time
A gold mine under a closed saloon,
empty bottle on the bar
While we wait and while we hope,
old memories travel far
Its sidewalks float with the summer rain,
nuggets rising through the sand
What was once will be again
-each grain of time at hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
empty bottle on the bar
While we wait and while we hope,
old memories travel far
Its sidewalks float with the summer rain,
nuggets rising through the sand
What was once will be again
-each grain of time at hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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Grains Of Time
Grains Of Time
