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Broken on the wall of this store “Sale broken clock “ -Laughs- who would buy a broken clock? Nothing works, I can’t tell time so what use am I? I wish someone would buy me, fix me, and take care of my faults Why is this child is staring at me, I wonder if he realized I don’t work “What good is a clock that doesn’t tell time” he asks his father “No good’, his father replies. I wish I could start moving again, probably then someone might buy me But that’s just wish full thinking. I spend my days on this wall Not knowing neither night nor day in a endless impasse But i still hope that one day time moves for me again Atleast one day .
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
The broken clock
Broken on the wall of this store “Sale broken clock “ -Laughs- who would buy a broken clock? Nothing works, I can’t tell time so what use am I? I wish someone would buy me, fix me, and take care of my faults Why is this child is staring at me, I wonder if he realized I don’t work “What good is a clock that doesn’t tell time” he asks his father “No good’, his father replies. I wish I could start moving again, probably then someone might buy me But that’s just wish full thinking. I spend my days on this wall Not knowing neither night nor day in a endless impasse But i still hope that one day time moves for me again Atleast one day .
one i wrote sometime ago ... like years ago
peter-husbands
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
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