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Potpourri The old clock ticks
And proudly boasts, "I keep the time."
We know that she is wrong,
For time is one thing never kept.
It only flies and flies and flies.
The past is nothing.
It is gone to limbo.
The future is nothing.
It has not come,
But now is here
crying,
"Something must be done."
