Watering grass in the rain, feeding an inferno with matches
With a dirty blotter removing an ink stain, on a sunken boat battening down the hatches
Thieves have left, install an alarm, sun risen it can't be held back
Gun fired now disarm, raise the dead following attack
On the rope of time with both ends fixed how do you unknot a snarl
One stands betwixt yesterday and morrow's coming parl
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