thrust together at big school

we, an unusual pair, shared

an over-polished beech desk

and splintered bench, etched

with desperate hieroglyphs

of past pubescent love affairs,

your long hair, always a problem

called out at the weekly check,

mine, a smarter quiff that

wouldn't go amiss today,

thus, we tumbled through our teens

you with sure breezy talent,

me gri...

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time is not constant,

although many consider it to be,

it has speed, mood, behaviour

and consequence,

of course we might bend,

fashion, stretch or mould time

to our will, but time

moves warily through its

promiscuous environment,

cool at dawn, lazy when warm,

erratic in rain, clumsy in fog,

its speed and passage varies

in nights’ fleeting darkness or

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