Trinket Clock Rocks
the clock was taken out of the box and put in a place of honor.
In memory of her cousin the honorable Judge Mc Donner.
He had always loved these trinkets, they had belonged to his mother.
Now that he was gone, they belonged to his youngest brother.
The brother, an artist, had seen almost immediately
How he could honor his mother, and his brother Lee.
He had all the trinkets put into a sunny new clock.
Colorful and fun, this clock truly did rock!
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