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Old Clock

Click, clack, click, clack
 
Lonely click-clacks of this old clock
 
Above the column of this room,
 
Recessed to the wall as if entombed.
 
I held the key to wind  the clock
 
Steadily stood on old stool block.
 
Awaited for it to strike twelve noon
 
Mesmerized by chimes in Irish tunes.
 
In every beat ....time flew...
 
Lulled the babes with nursery rhymes...
 
Lifted spirits of wayward souls... so, I
 
Embraced each moment of the day...
 
Reflected on memories of yesterday.

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