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Time

They say that time waits for no man, Yet I"m always tryin to pass it, The hours not really ours, only borrowed yet I pretend to spend them. If I could only steal a minute... just to catch up with myself I would take a second and reflect on all I know my past a lifetime ago the present is just my season and the future is the change to come my remaining days I will measure in moments even though I cant control it I can set the tempo to a rhythm of an infinite beat. sec,min,hrs,days,weeks, months,years,decades, or centuries its not how long we are here its about what we leave. Before my sands slip through the hour glass, I will build a legacy to last.
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