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- Clockwork
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Time doesn't pass, it
Fades away, slowly and
Suddenly, sensing the
Speed required.
Hours are minutes,
Minutes hours,
Each
Moment a
Metronome on which to
Hang our lives.
Old Father Time sits,
Removed from the hassles of
Hectic lives; no stress
To contend with,
No bats in his belfry.
Time wasted can
Never be regained, best to
Watch the clock...
Tick...
Tock...
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