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May 2016
Whered the time go
Why won't it slow
I can only hope that you know
With every tic toc
Of your  life's clock
My hands are always  there to hold

When you grow old
Don't grow too cold
theres more treasure to unfold
when you grow old
dont grow to cold
you can rest when you reach your bed of gold
Written by
Brenton Ciccotelli  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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