Time

With no legs or wings 

It finds its ways 

With no paws or fins

It knows its pace 

To and fro

Like a suspended pendulum 

It Goes and comes 

Like a periodic decorum 

Indeed, the truest quantity of measurement

Slow when you observe 

Fast when you are occupied 

Seasons upon seasons are stored in its name 

Years and centuries are under its giant mane 

What is this thing in particular? 

That gulps so much like it's regular 

EMIT is its scrambled name 

But spelt backwards to get its fame 

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