Cones can be improvements
To time laden with pain
A penny can be chosen
To limit the golden way
But times are not change
For birds who call to the strange
And building the future takes time
Who will ask for hope's line
So time improves with time
An emergency not a rhyme
And the clock has a face
No future can truly erase
Human attrition shows the farm
Who it was that did the harm
And equal rights correspond to living well
Heaven says when you can ring the bell
A spear is not a clam
And the eye has a hand
Time is not wasted on review
Blessings come for me and you
G-d is through it all
My we are really that small
And all hope is eternal
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