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Time Was The Thief As I look into the mirror each day and see the hair thats turned to gray, back thats bent, hands that are crippled, and lines upon the face have trippled. I stare at me in disbelief, to realize time was the thief. The mirror once showed me fair of face strong body fit for any race, eye's of blue and golden hair skin denoting that youth was there. These things of yesterday are gone to me it seemed so brief, but as I look into the mirror, I know time was the thief. |
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Time erodes all things.
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