T-ime is a bird that flies so fast
O-n its silver wings ticking by
D-ay passes on its wheel, turning forward
A-s the sun rises and sets each day
Y-esterday was a today that came from tomorrow's leaves falling, thrown by the hands of time from the tree of life
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Dear ate Nuder, such a splendid acrostic....10+++