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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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