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Time Is A Fly

Innocently the clock sits still like a student
The second hand ticks past the minute
The minute past the hour.

Guiltily the years put a great dent
On dreams we do not meet
And hopes that are dour

But this time, you are a fly, so prudent
Rolling and rolling the helpless digit
Of moments both sweet and sour.

-Effiong Samuel

Written by: Effiong Samuel

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