Time Machine
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Barry Middleton
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every clock is spinning fast
the time machine moves on
seasons race from spring to fall
another year has gone
and I was born in bygone times
to die some future day
an instant's breath is all I own
but moments never stay
in youth the days and seasons lag
with every day the same
until my life is almost done
for credit or for blame
all I can do is fight for life
the time machine must stop
to find me buried with regret
or on the mountaintop
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