Time. So rude and Impatient.

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         Time. Always rude and impatient, waits on noone. Seasons change, the living die, and still the seconds refuse to cease. Until the living are deceased will their time here rest in peace. And even then the time of others will still run, back and forth around and around as if it's having fun. The time may seem to fly by or may even seem to idle, but time waits on noone so rude and impatient should be it's title.

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