~The Old Clock~





Tick tock went the clock all on a summer's day. The sound never ending, always blending and saying come what may.



On through the night what a sight. The old clock stood tall and proud. Its sound would ring out without a doubt and would be heard by the growing crowd.



Everyone gathered round anticipating its sound. And intently watching its hands. They were antique white and oh what a sight. Then it rang throughout the land.


It was heard far and near and sounded very clear. The day once again came to an end. Its message sent it was now content. And was quiet once again.




~TheLadyPeach~



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Poem Written 07/05/07
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