TimeA Poem by Lily M. NoitheWritten just staring at the clock waiting for lunch a year ago
Time.
The hands on the clock. Time. I can't get it to stop. Three-hundred and sixty degrees fly, Twenty-four times a day, Time.
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Added on September 2, 2011 Last Updated on September 5, 2011 |

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