Clock in with Poetry

My sister has opened a shop where she is selling furniture and other stuff that she has repurposed, reinvented, renewed, re . . . okay, I’ll stop with that lovely prefix. She has a shed full of stuff she is working on, and one thing she showed me was an old time card container with the slots that each card goes in that she wanted me to make some homemade cards for.

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