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Two p.m. is no time at all
Barely a waystop
In the slow crawl of the day
Lunch a fond memory
Way in the past and you’ll regret coffee
When at the last you’re still awake
At eleven tonight
Two sits like a train
That ought to be through
But is stuck like a bug behind a work crew.

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