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From green and uterine there is time enough
Slow ,slow there is time enough and spare
between slow ,slow seconds time waits,
count the seconds they shall surely drag,
it is the space between where life exists
ignored by tick and tock of clock.
Peas in the pod wait for time
when, from the green and uterine,they
burst child-like,to share life so brief,
bestowed by passed eternities and future hope,
those slow ,slow seconds,between which
there is time enough,enough and more.
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