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May 2020
"What time is it?"
says the busy man.
"Eight in evening, sir."
says an employee on another OT day.

"What time was it?"
says the busy woman.
"It was at seven thirty-six last night."
says her mother's doctor.

"What time will they be home?"
says the son in his PJs,
waiting from the windows...
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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