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You always are complaining about how you don’t have enough of me. When you have extra of me you waste me. I’m not a physical thing but an idea. I’m always off by a little, no matter where you look I tell you when to do something. If your early or late. I’m a grandfather but I don’t have kids. My pendulum is what digs your grave. I am fathertime.
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Father Time
You always are complaining about how you don’t have enough of me. When you have extra of me you waste me. I’m not a physical thing but an idea. I’m always off by a little, no matter where you look I tell you when to do something. If your early or late. I’m a grandfather but I don’t have kids. My pendulum is what digs your grave. I am fathertime.
s_Willow
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22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
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