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TIME 'O' CLOCK

TIME 'O' CLOCK
Now's the real time to honour
To make hays while sun still shine
The time to make hills look like valleys
The time to drive along the
rough edges of a ragged knife
...
The time to pay attention, to instincts
The time not well recognised
But now appears be the best
The time carved be real
Becomes reality as days count
...
Tick tack, seconds sprint, time flies
This is to make known time awaits nobody
Time to get life beautifying ornaments,
The time to make things look real
The time's here, the time counts
...
My wishes are, make use of time
Perhaps! Life turns out favouring me
Sweat savour of time, my turn, grant me
Be it rough, smooth, or tough
life's sweet when it's made time
...
Hence, my time has come to flourish
The time to lack no more,
Hours to rule majestically;
Time to dominate without fear
Lo! It's my "TIME 'O' CLOCK.

©Tex (2017)

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