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You tick away from our birth 

And after out death has past

We wish we had made more of your worth

And always wish we had more to last

You cause us stress if we are a moment to late

But we claim it was right when we find our true mate

We’re always trying to save you setting you back and forth each year

And we always have to count you down and start over again with a kiss and good 

The say that you heal all wounds

But at the end you are our enemy as our death looms

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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