Racing Clock

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It started with a sharp point and a pink ball on the other side. My thoughts wonder wonderously as the minute hand laps the hour hand. As my heart synced with the clicking of the clock's minutes so did my hand to my heart and mind. The power of one's thoughts beat the racing clock. The curves of the letters and ever I dotted. I feel relieved as the clock hits twelve and I hear the bell.

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