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RHYTHM OF TIME

RHYTHM OF TIME 7 15 pointers race accusingly. Crawl out of bed. Hurry to bus 8 00. Tulips open imperceptibly in the sun. Bus creeps through gridlock. Pointers spin in a blur. Elevator stops at every floor. Wristwatch approaches light speed. Begin morning mail-call late. Priority action urgent. Chronometer drags till 12 30. Lunch hour. Greased lightning hands sweep face. 1 30 arrives breathless. Pointers develop rigor mortis till 5 30. End of day. ................................................. *Everyone knows the feeeling that time drags or speeds up depending on your mood.

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