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Sands Of Time
TD (From the beginning / Some where over the rain bow)

Sands Of Time

Poem By Teresa Dearing

Of all the ills that be fall man,
Time, like endless grains of sand,
Warps the mind, twist the soul,
Makes the body to grow old,
Like shifting sand of desert gold,
It marches on, it's end untold.
Many try to beat the clock,
But time takes hold on all~tick tock.

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