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The Grandfather Clock

Like a venerable old sage the grandfather clock Stands in the far corner of the room, And day after day the clock would tic Like the beating of the heart. No matter what went on in the house It continued to keep perfect time, And through the years it turned out to be A faithful old friend of mine. There were times the clock would stop Or need some professional care, But I would soon have it running again, I just couldn't be without my old friend. Twelve years have passed since I bought that old clock, And it still continues to chime, It has seen me go through some awful times in my life, It's been a real comfort to me my old friend.

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Date: 7/19/2017 11:53:00 AM
This is wonderful! :) xomo
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Date: 7/19/2017 9:56:00 AM
Ironic, Don that the clock is your friend and time your enemy. I enjoyed the read:)
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