MAGIC CLOCK

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MAGIC CLOCK

MAGIC CLOCK
I've  often  thought
of magic clock.
With large hands exposed.
And on those hands
for future plans.
I'd think to place my own
after much thought
of future shock.
And all regrets in
mind.
I'd take those hands
of future plans.
And
speed through  space
and time.
But after much use
and some abuse.
I'd really hate to say
the clock would likely brake.
On one of my mistakes
And  i'd be stuck in
yesterday.


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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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