Time
By: MeThree needles move, on their own pace
There's plenty of time, no need to raceYour hear its soft ticking
With not a minute to spare
Your time may end
You have been warned, bewareSo what if all you have is a second?
Then all you have is no more?
Time is a force to be reckoned
To improve is what I imploreTime, there may be plenty
Use is wisely, or you'll be guilty
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Sweet Melodies
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