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Stolen Time

By , San Carlos, CA
From you, I steal a clipping,
A memory long-passed.
The first thing that I've stolen,
But surely not the last.
I'll add to my collection,
And glue it on my shelf;
It might have been yours once before,
But now it is my self.
You're not the only victim;
It's not my only crime.
I'll set the world into my clock,
That ticks on stolen time.





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