Time Flies
We’re led to believe
But it’s us that fly
Time sits on its hands
As we rush by
Roger McGough
Time Flies We’re led to believe But it’s us that fly Time sits on its hands As we rush by
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Time Flies We’re led to believe But it’s us that fly Time sits on its hands As we rush by
Time Flies
We’re led to believe
But it’s us that fly
Time sits on its hands
As we rush by
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