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Time is a lonely traveler
Marching ever so fast,
Never knowing his destination,
Yet aware of what has past.

Time is a careless author
Writing the stories of our lives;
Never sharing intricate plot twists
Until revealed before our eyes.

Time is a reckless child
For he never yields his pace.
Time just keeps running on and on,
As lines appear on our face.

Time has a poor sense of humor,
For he laughs at all mankind,
While he takes his toll on us,
He leaves no one behind.

But time is ever constant
With no beginning and no end
With all of his cruel intentions,
Time will never be man's friend.

~E.J. Hodgins 9/17/01

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