Thursday, December 16, 2004

Poem by snicholsdaughter (8)

Time feels like the wind blowing fast and moving on.

Time speeds up when I'm playing soccer on the field with

my friends.

Time stands still when I'm watching a movie.

Time slows down when I'm doing nothing.

Time is my friend when there's something ahead that

feels dull.

What does time mean to you?

Time evaporates when I'm deep in thought.

At the center of time is a map that uses plus signs and

minus signs to show how places across the world

have different time than the model city, Greenwich.

Time gives us a way to know when we should be


Time is like air to me.

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