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IT KEEPS ON

POEM

Now is the time
It's not slipping
It's still, while off we galivant and drive
Now be not ours, though, ours to use, or not
Now will be precisely right here
When nay one photo exists of
Her royal blue and oak green majesty, and
Now will be right here after
Now, tragic comedy dropped our props randomly
Swaddle it in diapers or tape it to a rocket
Now or the future, Now will be the time