Time and Money
"What is the time?"
The blue coloured sleeve
Plummets to the elbow,
And the precious metal strips
Aiming for numerical notes
Catching in his
Reddened eyes,
Swollen to perplexity
Registers;
"Sorry. I've lost track of it."
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