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Time sorts us all out
Little pests
Scramble about
And never see
Who sorts them out--
A daily trial
A nightly trail
To turn the meat
A deathly pale--
With slight of hand
And turn of phrase
A boring meal
Is left amazed--
Still little pests
Scramble about
And never see
Who sorts them out--
by Me.
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