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Time .. I need more time….

Still so little time for anything…dont get a chance even to login here or anywhere….still setting up the kitchen ,interviews,menu planning,costpricing …morning till night…but getting more customers allready and and getting great feedback ..I also go to customers and have a small chat …very laid back and gives a personal touch.. 🙂
So again goodbye and till the next time when I got a day free… Pa !! 🙂

Time, the thief of life,
Time, an unwinnable fight,
Time, brings the work of death,
Time, brings a newborn’s breath.

Time, brings couples together,
Time, keeps love going forever,
Time, an instrument of healing,
Time, it can be revealing.

Time, brings us wrongs and rights,
Time, brings all humans fright,
Time, can be good or bad,
Time, makes us happy and sad…
Time, ‘tis what gives life meaning,
Time, ’tis oh so demeaning,
Time, our memories it will rinse,
Time, for it’s the world’s balance.

Copyright © Joseph Duggan 2008

my love
the one
my everything

53 responses

  1. Hei, take your time, take care of your clients, make them happy and I’m sure you’ll have a excellent feedback!
    Good luck!

    September 3, 2011 at 15:55

    • Thank you Peter !!! in TIME will have more time again…till then ….Have a great week !!! 🙂

      September 3, 2011 at 18:09

  2. Very true Androxa ” time, the thief of life ” — very real story of the time contained in verse 🙂

    wonderful weekend Androxa 🙂

    September 3, 2011 at 15:58

    • It sure is !!! but the time spent for me is rewarding in the end 🙂 A great weekend to you Stefania 🙂

      September 3, 2011 at 18:07

  3. When I haven’t got time, I do nothing.

    September 3, 2011 at 16:15

    • I dont have time to think about this… 🙂

      September 3, 2011 at 18:02

  4. Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It’s passing, yet I’m the one who’s doing all the moving. ~Martin Amis, Money

    September 3, 2011 at 17:10

    • The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
      Tillie Olsen

      Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
      Ambrose Bierce

      September 3, 2011 at 18:18

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  6. Alicegeorgiana

    Do not worry, we are still here!
    Have a great weekend!

    September 3, 2011 at 17:21

    • Its nice to know that there are some still here when I get time…some people are to worried about their pings and their position in Zelist…
      A wonderful weekend to you too 🙂

      September 3, 2011 at 18:05

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  29. The time is like a river….you can stop the river?

    September 7, 2011 at 12:23

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  40. Man, can I relate… Sometimes, I really hate “time” in general, but mostly the lack therof… =)

    one more year passes
    so swiftly by taking me
    along for the ride
    ~ smj


    September 13, 2011 at 00:14

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  45. what time is it? 🙂

    September 13, 2011 at 16:00

    • I am so busy these last weeks that i dont know ..many times a day i even ask what day it is.. 🙂

      What time is it?
      I have stopped feeling
      what hour is it?
      no time for healing

      What’s the hour what’s the minute
      Does not matter I’m lost within it
      not a minute not a second
      I’m losing time

      What time is it?

      Austin Wiggins

      September 13, 2011 at 19:07

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