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Drip
droppin
over
the line
we
find that there ain't enough
time
to
relinquish this grip
that's
got our soles
a
piece of time wound round itself
it's
never too late
or
too early
to
start counting
your
blessings
but
any fool knows
that
infinity
is
simply unfathomable
so
why bother with abstractions
like
numbers and meters
drop
your chin
now
lift it with your ears
can't
you feel the millions
that
march on across the seas
wound
round itself
time
ain't
money
and
it sho don't start over every time
a
somebody call
a somebody respond
it
hovers
between
memory and premonition
stacking
up on our backs
shaking
down our spinal columns
accumulation
of
beats per minute per
forever
the
interminable loop
that
keeps heads rockin
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