{"sf1_id":508112,"sf2_id":"P1EXGJ8n","title":"Time","author":"Hans Underpaw","words":62,"posted_at":"2013-03-01T16:39:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/508112-time","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1EXGJ8n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f4/2a/f42ac279-05bb-45f2-8ec6-ff67f05d159f","description":"Just a free verse poem I made when I was bored.","content":"Time  \n  \nTic toc goes the clock of time\u0026nbsp;  \nAs one clock winds down another starts up\u0026nbsp;  \nTime is a river that you are caught in it's rapids\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd you can only go with it's flow\u0026nbsp;  \nOld father time keeping time in check\u0026nbsp;  \nValue the time you are given\u0026nbsp;  \nNo one knows how much time you have\u0026nbsp;  \nCarpe Diem my friends Carpe Diem.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}