Time
We know little of time
It stands still, really
It was the best of times, not always
In the nick of time, thank goodness
Time waits on no man, maybe it should
You can’t hold it, see it, or generate more of it
Measured by the tics on a face
Can you buy time?
Does it move slow or fast?
Time- a hole
We breathe into
Never to return
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Reflection
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