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Daddy's Mantel Clock

Daddy had a mantel clock on that shelf above the fire. I remember how it sometimes seemed to call my Sis a liar. Sis would be out on a date and the wheels of time would turn My dad, it seemed would always be awake when she returned. Now Daddy was quite strict on Sis – at nine she must be in. And she was in real trouble if it was as late as ten. “Darlin’, what’s the time?” he’d yell as she slipped in.. “Daddy, it’s about nine,” she’d shout, as that old clock struck ten. Written By John Posey 12/25/12

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 6/14/2014 5:16:00 AM
Nicely done, my friend. Oh that cursed curfew! Lol.. Hugs.. Arlene..
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Date: 6/14/2014 11:36:00 AM
Thank You, dear poetess.... Many memories fill my reverie... This is just one of many that are precious...Many are posted online..... Love ya... Jake
Date: 1/5/2013 10:37:00 AM
Loved it...
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