Of the time it does not matter poem

Of the time it does not matter,
and of the days, and of the weather,
now the distance well that is irrelevant,
for I pay it no mind, and I pay it no matter,
and it is a pleasure to hear your voice,
and the words that you convey,
for I can picture your smile and your voice,
and how it soothes the aches,
and how it soothes the worries of the day,
yet, although you may be on the other side of the world,
I am with you in thought, and in thinking,
in thinking a little closer to you,
a little closer to you, across the Earth I am brought.

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