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by Hugh Cook |
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Sitting in my hospital bed I can hear the clocks in scalpels Hissing, steaming, Itching for incision. Natural bullyworks: Clocks. Time is the great vivisector, Actual, potential, ongoing: An unavoidable Crunch-clouter. But I will outlast at least this hourglass. Fingers crossed. |
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