AS only a tradesman I gave myself a name somewhere along the road, an' wrote upon the earth some thoughts of objective reflection -I now call a field of reflection and vision though I am not in possession of a degree in Opthomology I judged necessary for a real honorary success.
WHAT TIME IS IT ?
Who knows, goes ,and those that doesn't knows, doesn't goes.
Funny thing 'bout the way we talk - do we smell with our hands and goes with our noses, walk on fours and count with our toeses, reflect with our eyes, and say, "I'ze a'sea"-
"are there no noses who knowses" from the watery timed out rested resting thoughless seemed countless ticking asleep sleeping, to the awake awakening, to bear a truth? less mine own eyes sees to say "aze sees" and ......
Aye it is, is it? the tick in my ear or the clock in gear , I gotten to forgot of a loud nosier nose than noise I heard last year one day
when I made a mark on the wall ,
and today got a pain where most people dont know they've a sore in their sides, that moved round in my reflections and landed in my ear.
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