If you are the clock, then I am the time. I'm patiently waiting...I'm horribly, terribly, under such disastrous weather conditions. Today was an okay day, despite my illness. I don't much feel like discussing it though. Carry on.
Post Script:
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle—
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