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TIME 'O' CLOCK

TIME 'O' CLOCK
Tick tack seconds sprint, time flies.
Death, friend to no human, awaits;
Work need be treated, time wastage prohibited.
The rap-up, do it while it exhibit importance
Twilights in prime, the aging's dawn.
...
Death, friend to no human, awaits;
The trend avoid treck, path we trail.
Minor escape, a sight of it; screams aloud.
Whether or not we comply, time tells,
Once time's here, reality counts.
...
Work needs be done, time wastage prohibited;
Make hay while sun still shine,  rings our ears.
The need be work on, play less-
Work time strictly crucial, before it eludes,
Accustomed to time, mandate to effect.
...
The rap-up, do it, while it exhibits importance.
Recited tale from our origination,
Time need be referenced, till it's anchored;
Decision failed make, uneasy task,
Time awaits no more, walk-run.
...
Twilight of primes, the aging's dawn,
Eyes closed, time flies, days eludes
Damn's dryness, earth's liquid part needful,
Time told how fast we grew,
Stop being spoon fed, its TIME 'O' CLOCK.

©Tex (2017)

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