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Apr 2013
Seconds to minutes to hours
They come and they disappear
Then as quickly as a shooting star
We have passed away a year

We may have days before us
But soon they will be left behind
And become a year now gone
That we shall no more find

Time is spent with each breath we take
Time that is never regained
As we spend do we spend it wisely
Or do we waste it just the same

Live your life fully each day
Spend with joy your alloted time
You know not how much you have
Just as I do not know mine

The clock counts away the moments
As they give themselves away
Then the clock it to soon stops
And we lay still within the grave
Written by
Robert Blankenship  Texas
(Texas)   
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