Time Poem

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Time is her hair
Sitting on her shoulder tops
And growing, folding neatly down her back.
Back to the start with one quick snip
Like a hare in a field
It snips and dips and dives
Back to the hill tops
Ready to do it all again tomorrow. 

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"Do you have anything that plays with the concept of time" - Keanu Reeves, Always Be My Maybe. This one was written with the prompt to write something that plays with English hence the pace and homophone usage. 


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