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Old Clock

Click, clack, click, clack
 
Lonely click-clack of an old clock
 
Above the column of this room,
 
Recessed to the wall as if entombed.
 
I took the key to wind the clock
 
Steadily stood on stool block.
 
Awaited for clock to strike twelve noon
 
Mesmerized by chimes in Irish tunes.
 
In every click-clack, a beat of time flies...
 
Lulls the babes with nursery rhymes...
 
Lift spirits of wayward souls... so, I
 
Embrace each moment of today...
 
Reflect on memories of yesterday.

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