Time
Time is an endless thing. It goes on
and on always forward never back
once gone never to be relived for
time waits for no one or anything.
A second turns into a minute and
a minute turns into an hour and
an hour turns into a day and a
day turns into a week and a
week turns into a month and
a month turns into a year,
this is a simple example
of how time marches forward.
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