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  • My Time Is Precious. A Fleeting Moment That Rushes By, Ireachouttostopit

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    This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of time, with the speaker acknowledging that their time is precious but also that it slips through their fingers and is gone before they can hold onto it, leaving them wishing they could get their time back but knowing it has now passed.

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    Poem on time

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    My time

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    This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of time, with the speaker acknowledging that their time is precious but also that it slips through their fingers and is gone before they can hold onto it, leaving them wishing they could get their time back but knowing it has now passed.

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    My Time Is Precious. A Fleeting Moment That Rushes By, Ireachouttostopit

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    This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of time, with the speaker acknowledging that their time is precious but also that it slips through their fingers and is gone before they can hold onto it, leaving them wishing they could get their time back but knowing it has now passed.

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    My time

    My time is precious.

    A fleeting moment that rushes by,

    I reach out to stop it …

    My time is precious,

    I wish it would come back,

    But its day is done.

    My time is precious,

    I grasp onto what’s left,

    My fingers relax, my time is gone.

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