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come on doris

grandfather was a clock

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grandfather was a clock ( a true tale )

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grandfather was a clock

born of time keeping stock

he died when i was five ( sigh )

we kept his hands & cogs


( plus )


some of his d.n.a

stays with me to this day

come midnight then i chime thrice

each noon i do the same

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February 22, 2017resarfpoetry come on doris Leave a comment
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