Time...
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Shaun Cronick
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Time...
Time just slips through my fingers.
It is never, never enough.
It is fleetingly my friend,
Then my constant ardent adversary.
Time waits for no man,
Or poetess or poet.
It's hard to make time,
When you're trying to make do.
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