I have a clock that’s very odd.
It makes a sound that is quite strange.
When people come over they hear
something quite peculiar to the ear.
Its timbre is tight; its bass is brittle.
Its rhythm goes in triplet; its manor is fickle –
for in this clock Father Time works a third more.
My three second clock goes tic tac toc.
Not tic toc. No, not for me!
For me aging…
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