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Evening with nothing much in mind

It's ten forty so I'm told...
Usually is this time of night
There's no changing it
No matter how I try
Why should I?
Weeks wouldn't be the same,
Perhaps no bad thing
Five minutes now.....
One way or another and
There's chaos at the station
Trains running late........
And into one another
No. Let's leave it as it is
It isn't worth the trouble
Leave the pennies
On the pendulum,
Set my watch tomorrow.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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