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Father Time is at hand.
A man for all the ages is he. The pen within his hand is used to pen down something wonderful. He has a book within his other hand, Ever declaring the righteousness of the stars that shine, Reaching out to touch someone close to him with his life. There is nothing else but the love of human nature within him. In the quiet hours he meditates, Making the best of life with his pen,. Ever reaching to the stars for guidance.
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