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Sep 2021
The clock
Hangs on my wall
The pendulum
No longer swings
But time still passes
As the hands
Marry at 12 o'clock
Twice a day
And have passing flings
As every hour passes
The minute always chasing
Then overtaking
The hour
Kissing the passing
Of time

by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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