A confession
About my obsession
With clocks.
Their ticks
And tocks.
But all obsessions,
Eventually, stop.
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How true, Kevin. But in spite of the stopping clocks, time marches inexorably onward.
It does indeed, Vivienne. Both the mechanical and body clock stop, but time does, as you say march on.