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Antique Grandfather's Clock

You stand strong and majestically tall Rich mahogany are colors of your frame Your face is decorated with numbers in brass Your heart is sometimes heavy with weights You smell like aged wood with a touch of lemon Your voice is heard as musical chimes every hour Your old antique presence is a delightful addition Your ticktock rhythms are welcomed sounds 4/20/19

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Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/21/2019 1:24:00 PM

i own one and i like winding the key to make it work... beautiful work, tania... huggs

Tania Kitchin
Date: 4/21/2019 5:42:00 PM

Thank you Nette!:)

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 4/20/2019 1:54:00 PM

- It was handmade at that time ... a wonderful work ... ticktock ... ticktock ... ticktock :) - A great grandfather's memory, Tania :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tania Kitchin
Date: 4/20/2019 4:29:00 PM

Thank you, I really love antique clocks and have a large grandfather's one.