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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Time oh time, won’t you please Speed up! Bring summer - time to run and play! Let me grow into a man - no time to delay! Slow down! Make this moment forever last - Don’t let me grow so old and grey this fast. Time just keeps going at his usual pace, Neither caring nor hearing a sound. The moon and stars in their orbits’ trace, And the world spins round and round. Time oh time, won’t you please Help me recapture the joy of youth? Please, even the day I lost my first tooth. Why must we be stuck in one place in time? To change that, I’d give you my very last dime! Time just keeps going at his usual pace, Neither caring nor hearing a sound. The moon and stars in their orbits’ trace, And the world spins round and round. Time oh time, won’t you please, Tell me why it is you must take away Our fam’ly and loved ones who are your prey, Though I am very grateful, that’s for sure, For new babies you bring, with hearts so pure. Time just keeps going at his usual pace, Neither caring nor hearing a sound. The moon and stars in their orbits’ trace, And the world spins round and round. Time oh time, if you please, I will follow the butterflies and bees And the bugs and beetles that live in trees. These fellows know nothing of your cruel ways, Yet are joyful and happy on ‘most all days, As time just keeps going at his usual pace, Neither caring nor hearing a sound, While the moon and stars in their orbits’ trace, And the world spins round and round.
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