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Face Of The Clock
Accustom to the face of dark
clinging on a distant mile
over the Ponchartrain
when twilight whispers adieu
feeling the elephant in the room
approaching my doom
and the moon over the bayou
laughing in my face
with a shadow of a twisted smile
don't ask for my silence to write
the ghost of my shadow is gone
it's out of ink and ran up the clock
accustom to the face of dark
clinging on a distant mile
over the Ponchartrain
when twilight whispers adieu
feeling the elephant in the room
approaching my doom
and the moon over the bayou
laughing in my face
with a shadow of a twisted smile
don't ask for my silence to write
the ghost of my shadow is gone
it's out of ink and ran up the clock
accustom to the face of dark
Published 26th May 2022
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