Take this time bless it caress it and kiss it
and wish it would always be there and then miss it
think fond of the moment the moment was found
and then cherish it, hold it to light, wish renown
on the makers of memories worth your remembrance
and hope that your summons comes after your penance
for ten ants on one hill of sand underfoot
are all equally sundered and equally shook
by the flames that lick lustfully out of the eyes
of the beast everwanting that takes all our lives
And here it arrives
JWR
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