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I glanced at the clock to see it watching right back. I looked at my watch to see the hands and they held my own. I wanted the time but they gave me a frame And I didn't know what to do with it So I let it remain in my closet next to the carpet stain. Now here I am, looking at the clock And there it is, looking right back. All it says to me is "tick tock the frame is gone."
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
The Clock
I glanced at the clock to see it watching right back. I looked at my watch to see the hands and they held my own. I wanted the time but they gave me a frame And I didn't know what to do with it So I let it remain in my closet next to the carpet stain. Now here I am, looking at the clock And there it is, looking right back. All it says to me is "tick tock the frame is gone."
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
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