I had a clock as a kidwhich did not worknot even a bitI meanfor whichtime never passednot even a tick what a useless clocka worthless piece of metalyou would saybut for me it was dearwith whomI would spendmy entire day A day would endbut for us it would stay stillthen I grewbut it stayed sametimelessContinue reading “My happy clock”
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