Clock
Yard sale treasure,
I am so sharp!
What a deal I made!
A clock for fifty cents!
On my wisdom and skills
I hope I do not too much harp,
Why this clock even had no dents!
How I made this deal,
Really more of a steal...
I will never understand...
Maybe cause it had,
Only the minute hand.
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