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[Kidney BeanClock]

Haha I like it how most of them you posted are female.

That's because they're much more likely to leave at any given time.

[Flounderpa]

not old enough to remember any of them but it sure would be awesome.

[PropagandaClock]

Sometimes Clocks feel like Ents.
"There are to few of us left now, to few of us elders to keep all the newbs at bay".

And it always reminds me of Treebeard, longing for what is lost.
I don't know how relevant this post is but meh, this poem from the J.R.Tolkein univurse seems to fit the situation.
(for those of you who have not read simarilion, the Entwifes left the Ents of the forests to roam the open fields, the entwifes loved the ents but they loved the field flaura even more, vise versa with the ents and the forests.)

ENT: When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow; When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
ENTWIFE.: When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade; When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid; When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air, I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.

ENT.: When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
ENTWIFE. : When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown; When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town; When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West, I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!

ENT.: When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay; When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day; When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
ENTWIFE : When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last; When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past; I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again: Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!

BOTH : Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.