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Clock FaceClock face hanging Up above me, In the evening, In the cool. Mist around is Floating gently, Making patterns On it's face. Still, I stand Amidst the floating, Breathe the cool, And live the time. I walk away A little older, Taking minutes As I go. Joy Weare 8th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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