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The Junk Shop
I was lost among the old junk,
in the farthest of corners, when
I heard a clock ticking away.
It had a rhythm of its own,
though the ticks were separate
it appeared to echo instead,
and when I watched the clock face,
the second hand would twitch a bit
before jumping to the next notch.
'Must be a pice of junk,' I thought,
then I looked down and checked my watch,
and it read the sam...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 3:38 pm
The Sailor Man Knows a Lady
The sailor at sea, who knows a lady,
When she's around he sees her treasures!
"And the sailor man knows a lady!"
O', evening come an' weather be fair,
To catch her eye, and meet her there!
"And the sailor man knows a lady!"
Thursday 19th February 2015 4:26 am
Cold at the Pump
Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,
My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,
The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
When all...
Sunday 15th February 2015 9:49 am
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