Idle hands

I shall go out when the clock shows ten/tenbut it’s not showing that as of nowbuthow will I know if the clock’s going slow? see,there’s always a fly in the ointmentor one in your soup which is a biggerdisappointment…

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The punch bowl

Do you ever dream that you’re flying? or wading in water that keeps getting deeper? I do, and I dream of floating in space holding the hands of the clock that turn on its face and I race, hard through the timber yard and out to the wood. You hear the beanstalk I say the…

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