Counting Time
A year has months;
A month has weeks.
A week has days
Which brook no tweaks.
The days divide
By hours, neatly;
Hours, minutes.
Then, as fleetly,
Seconds tick
As time flies by.
We cannot pause it,
Though we try.
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