Clocks


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The clock ticked away
The minutes sped by
The hour grew long
But my task was long done

Each wasted minute
Tasted bitter.
Each wasted hour
Felt like slow torture!

Every second i wasted,
I thought of all the things i could do…
Every minute spent
I was too lazy to move.

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