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Sep 2015
Moves in one direction
Forward it goes on
Yet the speed at which it travels
Varies yet still travels and never
Never is really gone
How can it be slowed well
That's only a percieved perception
Because minute is a minute is a minute
And time marches on
Written by
Lisa W
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   --- and Vanessa Grace
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