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Original Poem: Ironies

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As the wind blows, And the stream flows, Likewise men grow, As they go ‘to and fro’ As time invested goes, So is time spent as foes. For as they forever go, The earth will irreversibly grow. Down, the time will always count, Up, the ages of men mount He came through labor, Only to obtain favor. Quickly he grew, Even as time flew. Then by the way, He has to pay. For as men passed by...