Time OutA Poem by KristinWhat is time?What if we could be as old as time? Does time even have an age? Where is its wrinkles and its dark circles on its face? Where and when was time born? Only fainted history can tell Or is it just something we do in a lonely prison cell Is time a teenager? a baby? Or maybe even a grumpy old man? Will it ever retire? Is that even a part
of its plan? Is time a boy or a girl? Has it turned into a woman or a man? Maybe time needs time itself to figure itself out After all, that may be the reason your clocks missing a
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1 Review Added on January 26, 2017 Last Updated on January 26, 2017 AuthorKristinPalm Coast, FLAboutHello, I am currently a sophomore in college and love to write. I have many hobbies that include basketball motorcycles and much more. I love human nature and exploring this world with my friends. more..Writing
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