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Never enough hours in the day.
Quickly, it all seems to go.
Away
Sand through the hourglass. Quickly it does pass.
Going. Going. Going.
I get up, and the next minute, I go to bed.
All this in my head.
Where did it get to? I'm blue.
Where does it go
I don't know.
So much to do.
I have to get it all done. No, this is not any fun.
