time waits for no man   as i see seasons dancing across time time i know has no favorites, none at all. no prejudice, no favorites does he play he never has, nor shall he e'er play such his march forever since the past long gone his song he sings, with his own voice bizzare for noone he waits ceratinly not me me? least of all, for i am common folk blank verse - in the style of tennyson By Jones © 2008 Jones (All rights reserved)

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: FOS - AnyFORM Goes - "Seasons dancing across time" (challenge has been closed)

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