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Crawling,
That was my beginning,
Now I walk,
I even run,
Oh time,
Absolutely magic.
Incoherent,
That was me,
Gibberish,
Universal language of toddlers,
Now I speak,
And it makes sense,
Oh time,
You are full of tricks.
I sleep
I wake
The days ferment
My hairline slowly fades,
Strands of black hair
Reduce to ashen grey,
Oh time
You bloody thief.
A bottle of black dye
Paint brush in hand,
Colouring grey hairs
Black as soot,
My joints ache
And I walk with a stick,
If only I could colour those too,
Oh time
You despicable time.
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