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Poems Watching the hourglass,
I stroke my neck,
waiting and wanting,
the time to be again.
The sweat is pouring,
I lick my lips,
looking up, a striking scare,
the sun is fading a little faster.
the sand marks five,
it's close but far,
time's almost up,
then will come the fire.
One more look,
it's down to one,
a time for change,
has yet long gone.
