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Martinez Madrid Mar 2014
Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist,
The past is far behind us,The future doesn't exist.
Whats the time, Its quarter to nine its time to have a bath.
Time is a ruler to measure the day,It doesn't go backwards, only one way,
Watch it go like a merry go round,going so fast like a merry go round.

Time is old like Victorian times,
With cobbles and plague and speaking in rhymes.
A tree that is old has circles inside,
A tree that is older shriveled and died,
A apple thats fresh is ripe to the core,
And i rot over time and im not anymore,

Time can be told by the moon or the sun,
But time flies past when your having fun,
There is a time and place for mucking around,
Like birthdays and camping,
And then what happened in the olden days?

Time got new and got old like history,
Stuff from the past went into a mystery,
A old man died, But look a computer!
Everythings cool, Its the future!

Time is new,The future anew,
And look at all the wonderful things you can do,
With gadgets and gizmos and email addresses,
Look at the time!

Now you see the importance of time,
It helps us make pizzas,
It keeps things in line,
But when did it start,
And when will it stop?

If we run out of time,
Where does it go,
Is time even real,
Does anyone know,

Sunrise,Sunset,Night and Day,
The change of seasons,
The smell of hay,
How time makes your appearance change.
We wont be fine,
Because everyone runs out of time.

— The End —