Ticking of the clock,
striking thuds,
metronome-like.
Sketching the visage of time,
lenghthening the shadows.
Gently sweeping the patina as it moves,
incessant.
Ah, the pathos of summer.
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Ticking of the clock,
striking thuds,
metronome-like.
Sketching the visage of time,
lenghthening the shadows.
Gently sweeping the patina as it moves,
incessant.
Ah, the pathos of summer.
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old man resurfaces
=p Old tomato.