Tic, Tic, Tic...
by
Eddie Thompson
Monday, December 10, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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There's just not enough time in the day!
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Time keeps a' slippin',
My wings, she keeps clippin',
Each strike on the hour rings deep in my soul.
The passion I've tasted,
Soon all will be wasted,
If the mines I've been diggin' don't give up their gold!
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| Reviewed by Bernice Angoh |
4/28/2008 |
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| Wonderful piece... |
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| Reviewed by Mary Coe |
12/20/2007 |
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| Thought provoking. Nicely written. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
12/11/2007 |
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Wonderful and so very striking...
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Keith Rowley |
12/10/2007 |
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Bloody cool, damned soulfull! Get a band to play this my friend.
Keith |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
12/10/2007 |
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Seems like there isn't enough times, especially if one has a lot on their mind or agenda, as you do, being a pastor and all. Our pastor at church spoke about this very thing yesterday; has been speaking about it for the past month (How to spend your time with God during the course of a day, how to keep Him with you at all times in your day to day living). Very interesting series; I am trying to do this very thing myself. Good write!
Mery Christmas to you and yours, and may God bless you mightily, now during this Christmas season--and always!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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