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A Time

There comes a time;

When you don’t have to rhyme,

It all just flows.

Remember this when you catch a cold next time,

It’s like mucus down your nose!

There comes a time;

When we exhibit metaphoric existence.

A time when we meet people,

Soon after dreaming of their presence.

There comes a time,

When wind currents are wordsmith.

A time when craft lies in thin air,

A natural, timely existing myth.

There comes a time;

When she is a riddle.

Or proof of metaphoric existence,

Or something in the middle.

There comes a time;

When you don’t have to rhyme,

It all just flows.

Remember this when you catch a cold next time,

It’s like mucus down your nose.

Poem By: Phanuel Muleya.

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