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I used other words...I slaughtered the slew. A gift for __________.

Time has blind hands, the face of a clock without eyes.
It is without color: It is without lies.
Time holds for none, and keeps us all tick tock ticking
spinning the moon, and lighting the sun
reminding us - time is still clicking -

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It is without sensation, has no skin, no blood.
It is without truth : It is without noise
Time has a rhythm, and keeps us all clip clop clopping
moving the clouds, blooming the trees
telling us - time is knocking -

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Reviews

[LSS]

I liked the poem even if you had reservations. I thought you did a great job with the rhyming. Keep up the style.
LSS

[Blindmikey]

Wow. Marvelous!