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May 2020
The hour passed fast in no time, no second missing
Your head on the clock and you still on threaten
Watching your time life slip without taking possession

Conscience intervened, got you second guessing
How can I capture time to prevent this passing
Minute has just finished and end in the thinking

I must do something quick and exploit this wasting
Do good deeds before this life period fading
There is an end and the death is waiting
Written by
     Fawn and Ms Anjaan
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