Time - Poem by kelly berry
Time is a killer.
No one holds the key.
We never have too much time.
Yet time carry on going.
We can cheek time by a watch.
Yet we cannot really see if it is right or not.
Time is not free as we only have a bit.
Every one want more time.
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