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March 15, 2021
and when I thought all hope was gone,
my watch had stopped at five to one.
and then I thought ‘what can I do’,
by which time it was ten past two.
I’d lost my mind, which worried me,
until it returned at quarter to three.
I showered and dressed, and opened the door,
by which time it was twenty to four.
I breathed fresh air, and felt alive,
as the town hall clock struck dead on five.
I walked for miles – my mind to fix,
by now it was six minutes past six.
I talked to people, it felt like heaven,
then wandered home at half past seven.
I took a path, which wasn’t straight,
that got me home just after eight.
I cooked some food, and drank some wine,
then read in bed, til well past nine.
‘I simply must do this again’,
‘to hell’, I thought, ‘with News at Ten’.
written by Harriet Blackbury
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