Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Saturday, December 15, 2012
12:12 PM, 12 December 2012
An event, rather, a moment, occurring
Only once in a hundred years or so,
Made by man's clocks, not the stars,
Five twelves, all lined up in a row
In a rare synchronous pattern for
A minute, then gone before I know.
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