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The Blender

The blender switches on, The Clock starts ticking. Stitching it's imprint, Into Existence. Each Instant, Different. Gears whirring, Agitated, Stirring Emotions, Splicing, Thoughts churning , Forcing Conforming, To the vortex That's forming. Conflicting Actions, Unconscious Reactions, Robbing Our Satisfaction. We Keep on Running, To the Next Attraction. Unaware of the distraction, Keeping us in Line. Trapped in Times Design, It Defines your day. How Long you have to Stay, Then Sends you on your way. There's even Time to Pay. Never Enough for Play, So throw none of it away. Attached to every move, It fills all the Grooves. Smooth and sly, It slides on by. Flying beside you, Guiding, and Dividing, Perfect timing. The more fun we have, Seems as it were cut in Half. Yet an hour in sorrow, Feels like no Tomorrow. Your Faithful Companion, A Wound mender. Or your toughest Contender, Keeping you in The Blender.

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