Haven’t you ever wanted to write but cannot because time prevails?
I have no time in my so busy schedule to seat and think of life occurrence but yet I live constantly looking at the clock. I know the sluggishness of the little hand and how pushy the big hand can sometimes be. I also know that five minutes can be stretch if carefully planned and I also know that each hour with its minutes is cordially designed to take me to places. Because I live with that beating drum that at every hour and at its every minute its strikes and its beat makes my feet be quite at speed.
So there you have it, the why of no time left in a day to write because frankly my dear; I’m defeating the clock!

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