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The Strange Man

Today, I was invited to a strange man's house 'Strange' because on his walls hung many clocks 'Strange' because none of them told time, hung there making no sound no chime 'Weird' I thought, but kept walking, without saying a word, Then he took me to a room with many heavy swords Finally I asked-"Why do you have so many useless things on display?" He looked at me and said-"You want to know why?" "This is the truth that I am going to say, I might have clocks that don't tell time, Or even swords that I can't lift" "And to everyone this might be the most USELESS thing for someone to own, but these tell me who I am" "The clocks tell me that there is no one with time for me, and the swords are obviously somethings that I will never be able to lift" "This might be strange, but this is who I am, This might be strange, and will forever make me The Strange Man

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