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Apr 29
Yo, time's a trip, man, an endless river flowin',
Changin' everythang, from the seed to the growin'.
Moments slippin' by, like sand through our fingers,
Leavin' memories behind, like whispers in the wind, man.

Time's a beast, ain't nothin' stoppin' its roll,
Unleashin' the past, present, and future in one soul.
It weaves a tapestry, intricate and grand,
Connectin' us all, hand in hand.

So let's ride the waves, embrace the unknown,
Time's a gift, man, a seed to be sown.
Plant it deep,
watch it bloom and grow,
Let the river of time forever flow.
A poem written in slang
Written by
Angela Unique Raine  F
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