
If every happened moment were a drop
Until bimillenary called a stop,
Would I only, then, matter as a plop—
Or could I hold value below the top? ; )

If every happened moment were a drop
Until bimillenary called a stop,
Would I only, then, matter as a plop—
Or could I hold value below the top? ; )
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