The Old Clock Ticks
The old clock ticks
In the silence
Of an empty room
A laborious
Tick…tick….tick
An almost unheard
Meshing of its gears
It loses
A few minutes a week
I reset it
Wishing
That I could regain
Those
….lost
……minutes
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