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There comes a time in every man's life,
Be he single or have he a wife,
When those things which matter,
And those things which not
Will flip and switch places.
Like fish in a pot.

Changes will come, and changes will go.
Changes are singly the constant, you know.
Rising above them or sinking below
No other choice for the average joe.

It is way too early now, or maybe too late
Sleep runs away (horses, open gate).
Cross legged I sit, thoughts contemplate:
Time slips away like the hair from my pate!

Daughters soft snoring, and likewise the bride.
The boys rest in slumber, I'm happy inside.
My family's together and I'm full of pride.
I hold my head high with nothing to hide.

A hope now I hold near the top of my mind,
That Morpheus rock me to resting in kind.
I'll wake in the morning, breakfast to find.
To finish our journey and our family to bind.

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Tapping, talking,
gurgling, gargling,
song of metal
chokes drownspout
outside bedroom window,
(chamber door, nevermore)
Tincture of Torture,
bored of boarding,
time for hoarding.
Life lifeblood
swells in flood,
tanks banks,
escapes flanks,
arises from bed.
See? Babbling brook
the land has took!
scathing bathing is
impersonal laving.
Make the people clean.

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