Location: Now

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“Attention! Ye who travels time,

All aboard the Clockmobile!

This is your captain, Nowbert Rhyme,

Attending to the Seconds Wheel.

Assisting me on timely transit,

Is young Dorian Day,

He serves in ticker’s cockpit,

As mapper of the way.

Your first stop is, as Day informs,

The Regret-ridden pocket,

A destination that is by norm,

The first to which we rocket.

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On alighting we do request the utmost of caution,

Stampedes aplenty.

The cause, we’re told: ‘travel exhaustion’.

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If stop number one is not for you,

You’ll probably detrain at stop number two.

The Ambit of Ion is a timeland of dreams.

When not paying the past a visit,

To Ion consciousness streams.

With threads of thought Ion is knit,

With sunburn hot Ion is lit.

Wings of wax turn molten and melt,

At Ion the sunshine is especially felt.

Ye with wings of wax are advised,

To not return wingless unsurprised.

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On alighting we do request the utmost of caution,

Stampedes aplenty.

The cause, we’re told: ‘travel exhaustion’.

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If my lengthy pre-voyage proviso,

Has not prompted reconsideration,

Then onward Day, away we go,

Into the cause of frequent human frustration.

It’s not too late the doors lie open,

We recommend remaining on Platform Wow,

Doors will shut as soon as we’re done hopin’

That none’s aboard this Train away from Now

The Platform’s deserted we are at capacity,

Away we go, Goodbye Veracity!”

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On alighting we do request the utmost of caution,

Stampedes aplenty.

The cause, we’re told: ‘travel exhaustion’.

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~ Granville D. Austin