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Ever In TimeEver evolving, never stand still, always on look out, new things to learn. Circular movement, rhythmic in sound, bell tinkle softness, uniting the tune. Backward and forward, perfectly paced, dancing and skipping in sunlight and rain. Shiver in blueness, sweating in red, crowded in colour, ever in time. Joy Weare. 22nd November, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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