ClocksA Poem by Suavis_UmbraClocksthe dusty old and tired clock, once told me of it's charms and sang to me the tick and tock, which i held dear to heart. I sat and contemplated and saw no reason to what end? I did not know for clocks can only point the season.
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StatsAuthorSuavis_UmbraTerra, Dark Corner of the Earth, United KingdomAboutEritus Sicut Deus Scientes Bonum Et Malum - Mephistostopheles more..Writing
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