The ClockA Poem by KeeleyThis is NOT a satire. This is really about an actual clock!
The clock on the desk has become my worst enemy. With each wasted minute, it loudly tells me so. It seems that as I race against time, it only goes faster. And on the weekends, when the activity and life as we know it, dies down, the clock only goes slower. The clock on the desk has become my mortal enemy. It must go. It must die. © 2008 Keeley |
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Added on August 7, 2008 AuthorKeeleyMarietta, GAAboutI write mostly poetry but also stories, although they are somewhat...weird... I'm an amateur photographer, borderline professional! I am currently a Senior psychology major at University of West Geor.. more..Writing
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