Time, dime, grime.
Grime, dime, time.
Ryhmes with mine.
Silliness forgotten.
We don't have much time.
A little dash, holds our entire life.
Between two dates.
Our entire lives.
Right now, some one just died.
But another person was born.
The never ending circle of life.
Our time is limited.
We are not immortal.
We can't live forever.
But we can be reincarnated.
We could have past lives and never know.
Because we where given second chances.
We were given hope to make ourselves better.
We were given time.
Time
What better way to put it.
Then to get right to the point.
We don't have very much time.
Make the most out of it.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Time, dime, grime.
Grime, dime, time.
Ryhmes with mine.
Silliness forgotten.
We don't have much time.
A little dash, holds our entire life.
Between two dates.
Our entire lives.
Right now, some one just died.
But another person was born.
The never ending circle of life.
Our time is limited.
We are not immortal.
We can't live forever.
But we can be reincarnated.
We could have past lives and never know.
Because we where given second chances.
We were given hope to make ourselves better.
We were given time.
Time
What better way to put it.
Then to get right to the point.
We don't have very much time.
Make the most out of it.
Just have the time of your life.
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