The clock that seldom lies, unless it stops.
The cock that cannot fly that sits on top.
The bell that chimes away the hourly slot.
The people down below say, "What, what, what?"
"You're making the High Street one way?"
Robert Burns 2nd October 2020.
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
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