She was a good time. He couldn't tell time. She was the right time. He never had time. She wouldn't be a long time. He waited for the next time. She was beyond time. He couldn't save time. She escaped time. He lost time. The sand in the hourglass now makes him itch. The hourglass became a self righteous bitch. It was his last time. And, sadly, he thought he still had time. Eventually... His time began to stagger. He tried to save it in a bottle. Habitually, he swallowed today
