Father Time always arrests me
Incarcerating my deepest thoughts, my focus
It always strikes me at my dullest hour
When thoughts aren't continuous
"Procrastination is hard, I guess," said Father Time. But,
Opening the leaves
Perusing this four-sided thing
How lucky the man who stood in my place
Being shared a part of thy expenses
For the bite of the Apple, God gave me more
For there may be anything
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