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Time

I see it as our foe

Going on with us in toe

Not seen, heard or smelt

Only felt

Can’t be hurt, burnt or broken

A life never woken

I feel the pressure of time

Walking past so I get in line

Taking away the things that are mine

I’m a kid, I want to play

And that’s what I do most of the day

But I have a life, somewhere

Just got to find it before time’s first there.