Where does the time go?  Just two weeks ago the leaves on the trees were as pretty as a babys smile.  Now they are brown, blowing all over the yard, and as ugly as the wart on the end of a witches nose.    It seems like one day you are working up a sweat tending to the summer garden, and the next you are scrapeing frost off the cars windshield.  Time.  Time waits for no one, as they say.
     But Time better wait for me. I've got things to do and places to go that I have never been. Hey ...
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