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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.

Up the ladder: SomeOne Special
Down the ladder: Canada Blows

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.1666667
Weighted score: 4.506941
Overall Rank: 12787
Posted: May 25, 2003 11:23 AM PDT; Last modified: May 25, 2003 11:23 AM PDT
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[2] deleted user @ 68.82.229.248 | 25-May-03/3:44 PM | Reply
really....different
[10] thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 24.209.21.223 | 27-May-03/1:19 PM | Reply
Quite Poetic, Similar to One of D.A.'s recent poems, but yours is actually a poem. -10-
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