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Sun 29 Feb, 2004 08:02 pm
I am quite old, or so I'm told,
I have no need for clothes.
My mother hates the things she loves,
And loves the things she loathes.
I have no wings yet I can fly,
Albeit not too quick.
My eyes are large, my fingers straight,
My horse is short but thick.
well I think it is time.. but I am not sure what mother has to do with it... but time is old... or so it's told... and has no need for clothes... it has no wing yet time flys... not quick tho. i think the eyes eyes would be the clocks and the fingers the hands on the clocks... but the horse has me stumped also...
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