aught in the whirls of time
Cold winds bring me to timeless shores
Shattering, flowing down, grain by grain
By the sandglasses of the past »
Neanderthal Sands Wish I Could Dream It Again
by Novembre
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of Darien
sandglass, bloody heart
Flying high above the scene
Marooners with loaded guns
Are still waiting at the quay
A hungry fleet from underworld »
Port Royal Port Royal
by Running Wild
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already iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me
and the press gang warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi.
Half hour sandglass
Seven saker »
Quay Cur Blueberry Boat
by The Fiery Furnaces
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |