[{"node":{"title":"Greacen002","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen002","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Well, just a quick one","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen002","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen002_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\"Well, Just a Quick One\"\n\nThe golden liquid in the glass\nIs drained in joyous little sips;\nThe minute hands lope on.\nThus Time, the enemy, must pass.\n\nIgnoring all attempts and all defences\nTo stay each sixty seconds' worth\nOf Kiplingesque. 0 what's the use\nOf all our vain pretences\n\nOf medium, slow or quick ones?\nOld Father Time will have no stop.\nHowever much we try to hold him\nHe simply ups and runs!\n","Type":"Text"}}]