father time

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Along the footpath home, I espy an old apple tree.   Branches grabbing past the heavens for something more significant.  
A girl. Lush, plentiful, and providing.A boy. Old as time, a lender.What's their purpose alone?Together they work hand in hand.
When Mother Nature met Father Time, She knew he was the one.
Tick tock  Goes the clock  Father time whispers in my ear  I'm flying by  Catch me if you can 
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Knock you out faster than Muhammed Ali Because the situation in this nation requires some retaliation, vindication and education.
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