Just A Minute Poem by Charles Monroe
Just A Minute
Mother Nature, Father Time
Listen to your Children's rhyme.
May we all some day retire
And become what we aspire
To become, as Earth and Sun
On an orbit always spun
Like the web that widows built
Now the flies are dressed in silk.
Mother give us from thy Milk,
And forgive our Brother's guilt.
Just one minute of your time,
Listen to your Children's rhyme.
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