As Time has passed in just gone,
the bitten tapped apple saps,
the oranged in grapes of fast.
No containment pitted fruit,
the pitcher chipped the vast in truth.
The red of clapped too late to scat,
after makes a raftered laugh,
the hold became a grip to speak,
society placed opportunity faced.
Ground the broken bits a trace,
took the chance in write of hand,
Stream of Consciousness brought more than known,
civilized tones the written bone.
Upon the Times of Deeds that Call,
better met than fall in stall,
permanence saw a chain and ball,
detached attempts brought greater Mints.
The Fire to Flame in Apple to Orange,
the Grapes of Fruit in Gardening times,
cups to hold Snakes to coil,
the evidential proof seems a bowl.
In Loss a gain the window to,
the Mind began in birth to Land,
round the bend in roads that built,
a natural bridge that came in spilt.
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