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“Time moves slowly but passes quickly.” Alice Walker
Where Does It Go? Wondering where it goes, segue to segue, time moves from shuffle to rush and rush to shuffle, days blur and bend never knowing where it begins or ends, until I noticed, there in the corner by the old frayed chair, a gap in the floor where everything swirls down as if water down a drain, disappearing, going, wherever it goes. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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It seems like there is never enough time.
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And how, I’d love to bottle it.
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Hard to make friends with, that old master time.
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Yes, and though I want to I wonder if I really do.
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oh Paul I do love this so well penned ❣️
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Cindy – thank you very much indeed.
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It’s my pleasure Paul! ❣️
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Great imagery!
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Thank you so much Ruth 🙂
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My pleasure!
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So that’s the answer!🎃
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Ha, yes, now for the gap filler.
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It’s so odd how our perception and experience of time changes with our age.
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That is so true Liz, I was musing over how in primary school we had oodles of time in last to weeks of the last term of every year to play board games and mess about, I wished I’d bottled it 🙂
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I’d love some of that bottled time!
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Wouldn’t that be a revolution
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It certainly would!
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November is almost here!! Very well written.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Lovely!
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Many thanks Rupali
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Great poem – puzzling
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Yes, where indeed.
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