Clocks

Marriage made in heaven?  Eternity?
They were wed in eastern standard time. 

Sometimes she ran when he was winding.
She sometimes wound when he was running.

He ran fifteen minutes faster than she.
When his spring sprang, she alarmed.

Both he and she ran down.
Pity they were not synchronized.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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