Poem On Wall Clock
An ongoing quest as they try to decide whose assembly is best.
Poem on wall clock. The turning of the wheel. Clocks poems doll begging the clocks tick i ran from life all those years ago i never meant to leave you behind still you never forgot me i could sleep a lifetime since i left because in my dreams. It all will come to pass. It all will be revealed.
Choose a pre existing design for your wall clock or create your own today. Lord twister the first fine collector of clocks has a room laid aside for his ticks and his tocks. Customizable poem clocks from zazzle. As summer turns to snow living flesh has turned to sand.
But the clocks always bicker. Shadows come and go trees like scarecrows stand. At five o clock precisely he hammers at my door and breaks in forty pieces my most delightful snore. This little dumpy sergeant so prompt and so precise he calls me once with vigor but he never calls me twice.
Echoes from the past.