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Time's hands
measured with a clock
Spin so fast
when one enjoys his time
and at the moment's end
Enjoying the next timed moment of  his  life
shall be the trick.
Hear the sounds that Father Time
Breathed life into our mechanical scale of life
It sometimes is the most hated invention
Humanity ever made
What a crime
Wasted clicks measured on your path of timed allotments
of when your hourglass sands fall
one grain at a time
See them fall...
For without filling such markers
in the rise in time
you have had nothing in which you had gained.

— The End —