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The Passing Of Time
The clock
Hangs on my wall
The pendulum
No longer swings
But time still passes
As the hands
Marry at 12 o'clock
Twice a day
And have passing flings
As every hour passes
The minute always chasing
Then overtaking
The hour
Kissing the passing
Of time
by Jemia
Hangs on my wall
The pendulum
No longer swings
But time still passes
As the hands
Marry at 12 o'clock
Twice a day
And have passing flings
As every hour passes
The minute always chasing
Then overtaking
The hour
Kissing the passing
Of time
by Jemia
Published 24th Sep 2021
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