GRANDFATHER CLOCK
Tick-tock went Grandfather Clock, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week non-stop.
With each hand he waved greeting the passing of time from morning to evening there went another day another dime.
For the seconds turned into pennies and minutes into pounds, which made every hour an investment filled with countless opportunities just waiting to be found.
Tick-tock went Grandfather Clock,...
Friday 8th May 2015 8:05 pm
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