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Nov 1
In passing hours,
the clock unwinds,  
as efficiency dissolves
into wasting time
and with idle hands,
the moments slip,  
each second lost,
the clock still ticks…

As they continue to believe
that there is plenty of time
to fulfil and achieve
some sort of half-arsed
productivity?!

©️Lizzie Bevis
Sorry…I was venting!
Children are something else sometimes!
After I calmed down I found humour in my words.
Please enjoy :)
Lizzie Bevis
Written by
Lizzie Bevis  F/England
(F/England)   
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