It's funny how
Time can be so fleeting,
Or fly by me.
Time is a being
Nobody can understand.
Master of tardiness,
Queen of early arrival,
Time's fingers are in everything.
She has two arms;
One long,
One short,
To get her point across.
And she always rings a bell for every hour.
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