[Note:  I entertained the notion of writing this clockwise, but that would have taken more thinking than I was willing to do at eleven-thirty in the night]


                                             beat the clock, round the
                            Tick, tock,                    XII              face we go!
                        Child's play,                        ^                     what a day,
                        time runs                             |                         fast or slow!
                   Whether old    IX                and --->     III    pendulumed
                     or new and                                                         handless, too,
                         they keep                                                      time moving
                            ticking on                      IV                       forever---
                                             never ceasing, just to irk you.

The End

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