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Mar 2017
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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Peter husbands  Guyana
(Guyana)   
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   Elizabeth J, --- and PoetryJournal
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