I'm cleaning clocks so much
they call me a horologist
if you don't understand
just piss me off you'll get the gist
when every one is clean
I'll count them one by one
hoping to read the face
that tells me that I'm done
they're all right twice a day
but not one reads the same
not one can tell me my time
none can tell my name
collecting clocks trying
to hold the tempus back
Someday they'll line every wall
of my little shack
what
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