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|30/04/2014|

Time O'Clock

Once won at one,
And looked too at two
Over the three
Free trees, and for four
Hours, feeling alive like a knife at five.
My wife, a sexy miss mixed us a drink at six:
This season’s evenings at seven
Still brightens. We ate late at night’s eight,
And the others dined in line at nine,
Fine and made it on time to bed, but then at ten
I stayed until eleven
And even dreamt of the elves at twelve