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A new day a new haiku
Time works his mystery
Slowly changing everything
Into another
Time escapes again
Taking with it plans and schemes
Let’s resort to dreams
When the scythe comes down
And severs the world in two
Time himself stands still
The sun never stops
Sand slips between my fingers
Cuckoos call again
As time drips away
Seconds to hours to days
There is no present
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