ClockA Poem by MerriohClock I am almost always around, at times I’ve been known to be disguised. I can count. I have three hands to help me, each held into place by my nose. Wait a second or a minute and I’ll be round to an hour. Sometimes surrounded by grey. Numbers written all over my face. Myranda Catalano 03/15/11
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