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My Time Clock

We check in. We check out. Daily we scuttle about. We have a time clock that consumes us, And we continually pout. We do not own our time clock. We are on our Masters time. Schedules that consume us are but mere sublime.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 12/27/2009 9:00:00 AM

I had to read this again Robin so I could make it a new favorite poem for my collection.. thankxxx for your comment on my poetry and for giving me this great poem to reflect upon this Sunday... blessings... luv... HNY2010 .. Linda-Marie.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/26/2009 1:18:00 PM

If there was no responsibility and no clock, I would probably play the wild. I would be like a teenager staying up all night and sleeping all day. LOL. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara

James Faulkner

Date: 12/20/2009 3:14:00 PM

very well penned poem. love and peace: james

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 11/30/2009 4:27:00 PM

yes best to work if one can by the internal clock! Light & Love

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 11/30/2009 12:49:00 PM

Robin this is a great poem and reminds us all of what is truly important.. our time with the Master of time.. this is terrific and happy I clicked on your name from Sara's comment on her poem today... enjoyd and put into my favorites now.. blessings ... luv''Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 11/7/2009 12:32:00 PM

Tick Tock.. on our Masters time..excellent--CharmA