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Sep 25
I saw a man standing under a tall building,
In the hot sun,
His hands outstretched and cupped,
Anxiety showing on his face.
I asked him what he was doing,
He said,"My watch fell from the 10th floor,
I am waiting to catch it.'
I looked at him weirdly,
"But, it must have already fallen and broken,"
"No," he said,
It reads fifteen minutes late.
25/9/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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