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One Man's View

Monday, September 17, 2007

Endless


A drip, a drop
To never stop
And never know its end.


A drip, a drop
On my forehead
My mind adrift I trend.

If I was old
And not so fit
My life, it soon would fail

But being not so
So on it goes
Drip, drop on down the trail.