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Submitted:Apr 18, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Gold is my color; it's true and pure

Made of steel; it's tight hold secure

Numbers painted; all in black

Telling the time; that's my knack

I have been here centuries at a time;

Improved me greatly and added a chime

I count the seconds, minutes, hours and days

They have used me in this world; many a ways.


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