My grandma had a clock which second hand worked odd.
It jumped tree seconds forward,
then back and forth again
but somehow every hour
it managed to be on time.
(Strange how we adore odd things, as long as we are not one of them)
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All That's In Between
PoetryA collection of my thoughts that I caught and wrote down in whichever place I happened to be.
