Clock

Clock

A Poem by Merrioh

Clock


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


© 2012 Merrioh


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Merrioh
Merrioh

Chelsea, MI



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