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Time
Contributed by
pyrofungus
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Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 10:30:22 PM in AEST
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Time couldnt clap her hands over my ears,
I still heard her lovely voice crying that the day was over.
Not a single enemy made for the day.
Just another stroke of destiny brushing across her face
We move over to the side,
Until the hour turns slowly to the right.
She walks on farther
She wont wait.
She just strides on down the road,
Waving at all of those who ask for more.
O how they beg
They get down on their hands and knees
And ask for just a little bit more.
But she whistles in the trees.
She falls and walks a bit more
Tumbleso how she tumbles
They dont even notice,
As she passes by and tells them no
They cant have anymore
Open your eyes
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Re: Time
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by Lo2681 on
Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 11:10:20 PM AEST
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Wow very thought provoking to say the least. Well done.
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Re: Time
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by katt on
Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 12:15:15 AM AEST
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jThe funny thing about time is, the older you get the faster it goes by. Which is why each day should be lived to the fullest. Time is the stuff life is made of. Good job.
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