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Clocks. There are too many clocks.
There are too few many homo sapiens
Who do not aspire to clocks.
See the mouse run. It is the machinist.
It attends the clock arms.
In any event it’ll corrode with the battery.
Attention! The clock has gone sour.
She spat out her spring. Disrupted
The schedule of trains and the iron bird also.
What to do when the clock revolts?
When the clock family, a billion-fold,
Climb down from the wall and leave it...
We know what we’ll do. A concentration camp
For clocks in peace-time’s a bore.
Say – what else then is our military for?
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Stefanie
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