The Poetry of Gregg Typing, 1958: Pt. 3
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"For more than a year now, it has been my pleasure each morning to study the window of a fine jewelry store that is located at the corner where I catch the bus. I get there a few minutes before eight and have to wait six or seven minutes before the bus is due to reach there. While I wait, I study the big display of clocks in that store; it is really quite something to see, with clocks of all sizes and kinds. There are several timepieces that I like to watch. You see no moving parts whatsoever--just the oval faces and pointed hands, somehow suspended in the front corner of the window.
A big sign says that one of the clocks is wound by the changes in the weather. That one dumbfounds me, and I admit to having great doubt about it. Deep inside, I cherish the quiet little prayer that the experts who built that job for us lazy folks have put in a winding key--only as insurance."
"For more than a year now, it has been my pleasure each morning to study the window of a fine jewelry store that is located at the corner where I catch the bus. I get there a few minutes before eight and have to wait six or seven minutes before the bus is due to reach there. While I wait, I study the big display of clocks in that store; it is really quite something to see, with clocks of all sizes and kinds. There are several timepieces that I like to watch. You see no moving parts whatsoever--just the oval faces and pointed hands, somehow suspended in the front corner of the window.
A big sign says that one of the clocks is wound by the changes in the weather. That one dumbfounds me, and I admit to having great doubt about it. Deep inside, I cherish the quiet little prayer that the experts who built that job for us lazy folks have put in a winding key--only as insurance."
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