Hour Glass Time Keeps On Ticking Read Count : 9

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Time don’t last forever. Sand slowly moving down from the top. Looking at the number on my clock. An Angel vision the time and flame. Rather morning, noon. Even, night and midnight. Hour will strike with a sand. Just like the master tower in Paris. Our souls not getting much younger. Time flies by. I stares at the sand on the stand and picture one last drop. Writing on the book with many numbers. The hour glass is skipping somewhere. Sand speed pretty fast. Just like a tape goes forward. Backward times is slowly then ever. Got to take time instead of panic. When I sit alone and watch. I writing numbers to go. Hour glass time. 

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