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The Clock of Life

The hands of time, stand still, for no one. Every minute, that goes, tick-tock, is a life written page. As we idle, throughout the days, There's no rewind, nor pause, For the clock, of life, must go forth, on it's path, as time, plays on. Carla Faye Cox Copyright ©2006 Carla Faye Cox

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 5/10/2016 8:41:00 PM
Carla, awesome poem. LINDA
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