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Time

What is time?
it just doesn't stop
controlling each and every one
holds you up like a prop

It's sounds make a tick
making many a second
count them to sixty
as you wait for the blonde

Increasing to a minute
then it makes an hour
there's just no stopping
this tick tock power

One day time will end
there will be no more
free from the hour
eternal age will be it's core

poetgord@2013

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