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• Sophie Edwards-Argent, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

Our mothers may badger us for wasting time.
But as they say, time you enjoyed wasting is not time wasted at all.
Time may be a thief, stealing our loved ones from us and trapping them only as a memory for all eternity.
And though we are no time lords and we have no time turners, time goes on does it not?
The battle may be lost, but there is still time to win the war.
And though our guns are gone, we still have our swords, whether brandished from atop a noble steed or dipped in ink and applied to the paper with a flourish.
En garde my friend, for this is our time and it will soon be over.
But as a wise hatter once said, How soon is soon?