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The particular period of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,months, and years for which something has been happening or which is needed for something to happen We were born into it Now we live in its existence It waits for no creature constantly It TICKS In-spite of your goings and comings You can never stop its working Its an enemy to man Too fast, you can't catch-up with Once gone, wasted, too bad,, no REMEDY As you draw closer to the curtain call What will it be for you? Happy? or Sad? When you begin to account why you ignored its constant ticking The thought of you making it in a rush Realization comes in ZERO achievement Oh! How you tick Who can stop you? Written By: Esther Esuga.I
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
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The particular period of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,months, and years for which something has been happening or which is needed for something to happen We were born into it Now we live in its existence It waits for no creature constantly It TICKS In-spite of your goings and comings You can never stop its working Its an enemy to man Too fast, you can't catch-up with Once gone, wasted, too bad,, no REMEDY As you draw closer to the curtain call What will it be for you? Happy? or Sad? When you begin to account why you ignored its constant ticking The thought of you making it in a rush Realization comes in ZERO achievement Oh! How you tick Who can stop you? Written By: Esther Esuga.I
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Apr 15, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
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