Smuggle an apple through
the gates of lost time
next up my day so called
so what's on my dime
come strike a blow
against the darkness of the heart
They'll never know
whence came the signal
for the start
paid out in pieces
hammered out the silver strand
I looked behind and
saw no fooprints in the sand
those were the times
before and after
He pulled a straight face
then we both
dissolved in laughter
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