Poetry TIme is Precious
Time is precious, time is sweet,
Time flies by on Hermes feet.
The ode is long, an epic too,
Ballads and sonnets cause much to do;
What should a muse therefore try
To please the ear and catch the eye?
A Rubia, perhaps, the thing for you
Or even better, try Haiku.
Time is precious, time does fly,
Time stops not until we die.
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