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Time slips through eyes
the browsing with no purpose won't get anywhere
The time slots mostly filled with nonsense
that may or may not be relevant
Yet all the non-relevancies form and keep the society spinning
Spinning beyond most of us could grasp
We are riding on a river of no return
We could glance many things on the shore
yet couldn't quit hold on to them
The rising glance of this second passes to the falling groove of the next wave
The generations work the same way
we are all fading for others to rise
and vice versa could be quite surprisingly
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