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Time flies (or why i never have time on my hands) (Free verse) by blurryphotograph

I met a clock. I knew she was a clock because she had bandages on her hands. She introduced me to her friend Noon, and about 20 minutes into our conversation she struck Noon and knocked her out. I didn't run away and she was surprised, she said not many people wanted to be friends with a clock. I inched away and said I wonder why, then told her I was never on time, and she said time flies and she flew away. And I never had time on my hands anymore.

thepinkbunnyofdoom 27-May-03/1:19 PM
Quite Poetic, Similar to One of D.A.'s recent poems, but yours is actually a poem. -10-




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