When you await a great event,
Time can get a little weird.
It will go both slow and fast
And bend your days a great extent.
For example, here I'll say,
That an hour has slowly passed.
As I pondered just how far
That great day to me appeared.
Yet, quite fast, this last week went.
Seven days just disappeared,
As if in a cute, yet baffling way,
Time made close what then seemed far,
And what was far, it has just neared.
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