**With two frail hands, Grandfather sits
of bygone years, he recounts the past
talking to all in monotony
stories from life as time unwinds.
The regular beat, the pendulum swings
heralding dusk, four strikes of the clock
facing the mantle, drifting in sleep
the seasons first dream... of hours turned back.**
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Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
**With two frail hands, Grandfather sits
of bygone years, he recounts the past
talking to all in monotony
stories from life as time unwinds.
The regular beat, the pendulum swings
heralding dusk, four strikes of the clock
facing the mantle, drifting in sleep
the seasons first dream... of hours turned back.**
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