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Dec 2023
I'm watching the clock
it does nothing but tick,
still watching it though,
in case it's a trick.

Time wearing Oxford Bags
drags me along,
next stop Tin Pan Alley
going for a song.

I'm watching the clock
the big hand waves me goodbye
the little hand's scratching its backside
it must be time for work.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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