TimeA Poem by Dawn JonesI sit and watch the clock hand move in tiny strokes Twisting convoluted moments into eternity Taking from me passion, youth, and grace And weighing me down with memory © 2011 Dawn Jones |
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2 Reviews Added on March 25, 2011 Last Updated on March 25, 2011 AuthorDawn JonesLa bocca dell'infernoAbout"Character is destiny. For the cronic do-gooder, the happy-go-lucky sociopath, the dysfunctional family, under the gun everyone diverts to who they are. We may hunger to map out a new course, but fo.. more..Writing
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