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A short, little poem that was written a few years ago. Inspiration arrived from staring at the computer screen too long...

Submitted:Mar 2, 2013    Reads: 50    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

I am a clock.

I tick and I tock.

My needle goes ever so slow,

For my patience is a plenty.

But eventually the hour is over,

And I have ticked one too many.

Thus I move on,

For a new hour has begun.

Hours go by and days start to end.

My needle restarts and brings back the day again.

I am a clock.


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