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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.
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