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One Hundred Words A Day
Monday, November 29, 2010


  The Clock

I look at the clock and it stares back at me
open faced, empty of expressions,
its mouth and nose missing
It seems to blink
behind the still hands.
I look away and it signals me,
by a tremulous trick,
the devil has stolen a second
of my life.
while I looks on.
Its hands is the mouth that speaks
and the mouth warns me in simple signals
that it--the clock--steals
life.  The most precious commodity.
There's no way to get it back.
 
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