I seem to be a metronome keeping time,
but really I'm a scuffed up record.
I seem to be a new born baby,
but really I'm an antique collecting dust.
I seem to be a sturdy Roman pillar,
but really I'm just another rut in your road.
I seem to be clear like crystal,
but really I'm a could full of sky.
G.Marshall
10.18.11
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