TIME

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         It keeps, flowing, flowing, flowing.

          It keeps going, going, going.

         Yes, this is something we're all knowing.

    Sand from the hourglass.

  We understand.

  All this time does pass.



        There never, never seems to be enough.

      It's a fact that we cannot ignore.

       We always, always, want more.

        There's so much to do in our days.

   So much to do, will it ever be through?

         We, to save time, try to think of ways.

       There's no time for us anymore.

      We can't ignore.          

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rosalind's picture

It remains the acid test of values, "TIME". Good luck!