A poem about time.
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Time seems to stand still,
it hardly passes at all.
It moves so very slowly,
when you’re always alone.
I sit at home waiting,
wondering about my life.
When will things get better?
Where do I go from here?
Is it the time or the watch that stands still?
Time is indeed a mystery… Thanks for this poem!
I often sit and think this way. Good one to share
Good grief. I got a “forbidden” for tick tock.
Nice… loneliness can do this type of trick. And you look at the clock three times a minute and you feel… time standstill!
Oh gosh, there is always something to do, even craft classes can help take away the edge of loneliness-you never know what might follow
Its time to fulfill ur destiny.. ur dreams..
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Yes it hardly mooved but then all of a sudden it’s gone.
To me there never seem like there is enough time to do all the things I would like to do. Nice!
It sounds like you’re bored, Darla.
Time always has its best. A very nice read. Thank you.
Nice . I wish I could see time like you. time is moving so fast for me .I wish it coluld slow down some how.
love this… my time is precious…
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