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We are clocks
All of us timed
Not really knowing if
We are early or late

We wind our lives
Around minutes
Instead of moments
Always in a hurry

Eventually, our batteries
Run out, our electric cord
And we realize
It’s too late to recharge

Stop looking at your watch
Instead watch what you’re looking at
Take in all the beauty
For we are never promised
Another day….

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