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Jan 2018
There isn’t enough time,
I spend most days chasing the clock,
Before my muscles still,
And my achey bones begin to lock

I try and try and try,
To win  Life’s race,
But I felt time stop,
With every new wrinkle on my face.
#time
Written by
Ruth  F/U.S.A
(F/U.S.A)   
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