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The Old Man's Dock

The Old Man’s Dock The old man’s dock, on a cold Scottish loch, when the cock crows, he stands in a warm frock, Taking stock of life’s secrets to unlock. He stands firm to mock, death’s calling tick tock. Hard as a rock, he leans against the shock, as waves of fear knock, upon his old crock.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 10/14/2017 10:25:00 PM
Sounds like a determined guy! :) Hey thanks for your visit today... are you going to start posting again?
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