The sweetest drink,
To touch my lips.
A gentle trickle,
Of bliss.
An endless hour,
Goes ticking past.
A nectar ale kiss.
A loving cup,
A golden mead.
A hour gone,
An hour I need.
Time to me,
Is an old wrist watch.
Battered and worthless,
Upon a wrist.
A gentle ticking,
Of golden bliss.
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