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Time Travel by Ian Beckett

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I thought today’s just Thursday. Damn. I lost a day again. This happens to me a lot. I wonder where I went.

Time Travel
Ian Beckett

I was fifty-three this morning,
But I feel so much older now,
Having lived a lifetime in a day.

It started like a thousand others,
Time suddenly skipped a track,
Everyone I know is dead and gone—

I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
I never knew that time was precious,
This morning was a hundred years ago.

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