distinguished clock graces my wall
she loses precious time,
squandering a minute here, or ten
Faithfully, fallaciously, she resonates booming,
slightly less than melodious tones
signaling a desperate desire
for yet another turn of the clock key
But steadfastly her pendulum persists,
tocking and ticking, evoking memories
of long ago times at far away tables
Perpetual faces etched delicately in shrieking chimes
Lovingly wooing me to action, clock key in hand.
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