And Time won't Treat Us as Slaves.

December 3, 2013
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Dancing for rain.
Time travels down the drain.
Moments pass through a whirling blur.
Time is such a pain.

Our life is racing through a lane.
Speedy breaths, this is everything but plain.
The first burns as white a liquor.
And time won't treat us as slaves.

Through the little we gain;
We swear we are sane!
We'll claim our freedom with a drunken slur.
We will march without a strain.
And time won't treat us as slaves.





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