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Are we exhibits?

Listed, sorted, curated

In Time's museum?

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Stirring stuff. ☕

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The motorway hum

Is a distant reminder

Of such busy lives.

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We are butterflies

Blown around by Time's sweet wind:

Rest awhile just here.

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All aboard the Imagination Train which is a direct service to Satisfaction. ☕

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Life hides, and hides well,

Between the tick and the tock

The brick and the block.

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making life rhyme

and setting the pace - 

allowing the time 

allowing the space. ☕

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Haikus will vibrate 

Long after they've been written:

Light perpetual.

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After the downpour

Lawns glisten with tiny jewels

Blinking in the sun.

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The gatekeeper to the morning. But a friendly one. Probably wears a flat cap and is called Ned. ☕