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Noon time comes sliding slowly
Sneaking up without a warning
Try to catch me by surprise
Made me wait all through mid morning
Einstein’s time goes quick slow quick
Don’t want to make the morning last
Mine went slow, just slow
But yesterday accelerated fast
What, I wonder, is the difference
How does now become the past?
What mystery hurries time along
Or stops this moment in a flash.
All Writings and Images Copyright © Peter Crowson Updated October 2021