The Cohorts of Clocks

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Cursed be the reminders days give to us,
With their birthday cards and flowers and
“With our deepest sympathy.”
Days laugh as the cohorts of clocks,
Co-conspirators in taking lives.
Miserable wretches! You’re arrogating
With the passing time our will to survive.





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