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IT'S Wick's Burn Fast AS WE AGE LET'S Learn IT'S Past AND Heed Each Page OUR Memories IT Will Hold AND BY THE Wind IT'S Blown OUR History IT Will Mold IT'S Stories Told From Young TO OLD IN SCI-FI IT'S A Zone IT'S Tick's, IT'S Tock's...IT'S Tone BY Candles, Clock's AND Watches IT'S Shown Those TWO Hand's...They Come A Knockin' OR Still IT Stands...BY Cameras Cloned Some Take A Chance N' Rock IT! Made FOR MAN TO Understand IT'S Sometimes Planned Made BY THE Divine IT'S IN Demand It's TIME.. BY Matt McQueeney

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Date: 1/31/2016 2:20:00 PM
Time so magical and elusive and divine, it's kind. Cool reminders. Welcome to Poetry Soup my friend.
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Date: 1/20/2016 10:44:00 AM
thanks Toni..i read your hours poem..nicely written poem. Hey, where all gonna die, you look really good for whatever age..like what early 30s, so i wouldn't worry too much.
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Date: 1/16/2016 4:39:00 PM
nice rthyhmic poem almost like the ticking of a clock... very clever. Toni O.
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Date: 12/26/2015 5:46:00 PM
time will hold everything accounted for.. Awesome write. LINDA
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Matt Mcqueeney
Date: 12/26/2015 10:58:00 PM
THANKS, COOL
Date: 12/26/2015 3:33:00 PM
You have a loud and sure way of getting the message across, enjoyed. SKAT
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Matt Mcqueeney
Date: 12/26/2015 10:59:00 PM
THANKS COOL 333

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