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Counting Minutes
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August 2002 Poetry Tick tock,
tick tock.
Counting the minutes,
watching the clock.
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Minutes go by,
they turn into hours.
Then days into seasons,
snow replaced by flowers.
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Counting minutes,
until I get to see you.
Counting minutes,
is all I can do.
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The closer I get,
the slower they pass.
I wonder if time knows,
how much power it has.
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Counting minutes,
one, two, three.
Less and less days,
till you’re here with me.
~*~ Jill ~*~
