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May 2015
Time the finite gift.
As children we wish time were infinite.
They cry and they worry.
Believe they're eternal.
An infernal annoyance.
Not wanting acceptance.
Tick tock silently with every breath they breathe.
Changing shape.
Altered face.
Time runs faster than ever we can.
On the aching joints of mortal man.
We live.
We battle as long as we can.
Destined for a date with fate.
Make the most of your living, before it's too late.
Share your time wisely.
Make the most of your wild time.
Savour your rest.
(c)Livvi MMCV
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   Sia Jane, --- and Mike Hauser
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