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The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or Early hour
Now is the only time we own
Live, love, toil with a will
Don't wait untill tomorrow
For the clock may then be still

Posted by Blondie_151 in Life  ID#:47907

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