I saw a man the other day,
The oddest one I ever met.
His eyes connected to a point,
His face in smile of sour regret.
He held a clock is his right hand
And stared at it, but was away.
Just as I took a closer look,
I saw it ran the other way.
Not to the right. Yes, to the left!
A time-machine by all its means
Trying to turn the hands of clocks,
It was portraying our defeat.
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