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Feb 2022
Your cellphone rings (spin, spin, spin)
No rhyme or reason (spin, spin, spin)
And most times there is no purpose,
Oh dear heaven

A time to give scorn, a time to lie
A time to plant, a seed to reap
A worthless skill, all time to ****
A time to nash away your teeth

Your cellphone rings (spin, spin, spin)
No legal reason (spin, spin, spin)
For mining is the purpose, oh dear heaven

A time to clam up, a scam to shut down
A time to pounce, a time to warn
A time to cast away phones, a time to gather phones together

For every ring (spin, spin, spin)
No rhyme or reason (spin, spin, spin)
And most times there is no purpose,
Oh dear heaven

A time not of love, more time for hate
A chime for war, less calls for peace
A time you may debase, less time to refrain from debasing

For every ring (spin, spin, spin)
No rhyme or reason (spin, spin, spin)
And most times there is no purpose,
Oh dear heaven

A chime for gain, a time to lose
A chime to reap what has been sewn
A time to love an online date
A time to regret, and hope it's not too late
Ecclesiastes redue
Written by
William Clifton
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