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Swinging HandsSwinging hands Of the clock, Back and forth Never stop. Minutes move, Hours fly, Days go fast, Years whizz by. Children born, Children grow, Fall in love, Faces glow. Love and marriage, Wedding bells, Car and mortgage, Buy and sell. People crease, People spread, People grey, Then are dead. Joy Weare 8th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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