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Jan 2017
I glanced at the clock to see it watching right back.
I looked at my watch to see the hands and they held my own.
I wanted the time but they gave me a frame
And I didn't know what to do with it
So I let it remain in my closet next to the carpet stain.
Now here I am, looking at the clock
And there it is, looking right back.
All it says to me is "tick tock the frame is gone."
Written by
Rocky B Lifton
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   Ariel Baptista
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