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The clock ticks
Too slowly for reality Time can not be this slow. My mind winds down Boredom sets in And my leg starts to tap. I pick up a book But its already been read The TV shows me nothing To interest my head. The rain keeps me in No escape outdoors Instead I'm trapped And ever so bored.
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