Thirty minutes becomes thirty seconds in just a few blinks of the eye,
Thirty seconds, a shadow beckons; we can’t hide from time, but we lie,
Makeup, plastic surgery, thirty thrice wrinkles, all covered, and we still die
Thirtyseconds, a fraction of fractions, a miniscule piece of a pie,
Thirtyseconds, blurred musical motion, I can hear it, but not count that high,
A bite, a taste, a tiny tease. I want much more of both, please! Can I try?
Thirty seconds and only one winner; after first place all others are not,
Thirtyseconds, three and one eighth percents. Math in a poem? Why not?
How much of a fifth is a thirtysecond? I’d give that problem …a shot.
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