I bought a sundial
for my garden
It would be perfect, I mused
in the sudden spot
Quaint, archaic - and provide an old-world charm;
a tribute to times past
and so it is there in the corner
but the bloody sundial is useless
for it doesn't tell me
if it's AM, or PM
like my digital watch does, like my iPhone does -
can you beat that?
No, trust me - they didn't make things before
better than what come out of our sweatshops now
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