The Poem of Time
You are fearful on the Eiffel tower when it is about to tremendously topple to the ground like a ship on thick ice
You are 2:00 clock ready to chime your love to one and other
You are December, blissful and pleased for Christmas cheer
You are magical like a unicorn dancing and prancing with fairies
You are smart like a brain pinched for school like a crab
You are the Sun spreading gas and barbicels to the world
You are hiding in a pitch black wardrobe ready to come and waste away forever
You are forgotten in their memory forever
You are eating a mars bar that is melting in your mouth like a snail slithering away
You are a number 1 in the world
You are as quick as Tom Fury and the flash
You are as slow as a snail and like an old, decrepit lady with a wooden walking stick.
You are a girl hanging out with her friends talking about the boys
You are a boy hanging out with the boys talking about games
You are the poems thread tied neatly together like a shoelace
You are the end
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