Kick the clock unplugged, but you can't really tell time anything. Luck's locked in now simple uniformitarianism iscan't trust hands without arms. Clocks summer salt in place in time for winter's depepperession. Even Petey Wheatstraw must've wondered what happens after happily ever after. Don't regret forgetfulness, forget regretfulness. Petey Wheatstraw taught me (and watch the clock, it's true), you can't run out of time, you can only run in circles. And even he was proven just in time. I'm just in time.
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