Here's one for ya. A bullshit poem about time, which I wrote after seeing the title to a Johnny Mathis song.
A clock with no hands
Wanders common lands.
Its purpose never spoken,
Its clients never woken.
Why must it be here?
Is it something to fear?
There isn't much to say to this one, just the fact that it might make you think about our lives in relation to time and aging. Or make you think shut up, that's stupid. Whatever, just read and enjoy.
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