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The Clock Maker

A New Clock I am working on, showing off a little lol Time will pass and slip away where has the day gone Tick Tock, Tick, Tock theses sounds of time passing My pendulum swinging back and forth slowly time is gone Measuring each second, minute, day and year With my hands moving slower and my springs getting weaker My gears are rusting away turning slower each day My cabinet that holds me together is tarnished and frail My days are numbered by time each second of every day I see new clocks and wonder how they can run and play new sounds When new batteries placed in them with no need of winding With more accuracy moving smoother through time Faster they move through time replaced with electronics no gears to turn One day no one will wind me and my time will be up My clock will no longer have chimes or running gears My pendulum will stop moving and no longer will I see Time passing by this old grandfather clock

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