Time, is a fine rhyme
With it’s linear delineations.

Predicate and procreate,
predictions and ruminations.

Rue and leave,
a clockwerk heart on your sleeve;

The copper rod is dowsing.

76 years of seconds ticked by,
Samuel Clemens winked to Halley in the sky…and said:

“16 day’s and counting”.

#3ndtr@n$