Time
Time is a way to measure
The time on Earth we often treasure.
Time ticks, time is a clock,
Time passes, time never stops.
Time runs out, there's no time left,
Time is of essence, time makes us fret.
This is the time to take the time to listen,
Once time is gone, there's only time missing.
Until next time......
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