There came a time,
When time was no time~
And keys on the ring,
Were rendered useless sublime.
Now there was a certain key,
Which on being of no use,
Wanted to flee…
Flee into a keyboard~
Creating x-mas socks,
Opening locks.
The key was hit, hard;
The feelings were out,
Charred.
But key was bored,
Of the key-board~
Or was it, of the story
That it did unfold?
Key mingled-
Into the black and white.
Key stay put
In the broad daylight.
There was a time,
When time was no time~
And the iron key-
Melted into grime…
12/02/2008
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