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Tic Tock Tic Tock
Contributed by
Balmain_Tiger
on
Tuesday, 23rd January 2007 @ 09:30:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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When I sit in solitude
I feel that I can weep
But the noise of a busy crowd
Is often way to steep
Then the pleasure of the sun
Where my skin will burn away
The addiction of the beach
On golden sands to play
The flowers in my garden
A scented rose does bloom
Then darkness surrounds me
And all seems lost in gloom
To chisel away time
The burden of my rock
For every day that passes
Zero ends and starts my clock
Wednesday, 24 January 2007
1:50:08 AM
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2007-01-23 09:30:30]
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Re: Tic Tock Tic Tock
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by MisfitMe on
Tuesday, 23rd January 2007 @ 05:59:01 PM AEST
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I'm not sure if herein are words of optimism, acceptance or despair...
" For every day that passes
Zero ends and starts my clock "
But what I am sure of...is that I enjoyed the flow of the last stanza, w/ or w/o understanding for the writers intent.
BigLove,
~Me
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Re: Tic Tock Tic Tock
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by SavagePoet on
Wednesday, 24th January 2007 @ 11:34:12 PM AEST
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| yeah I see that. every day starts the way it ends just like the Bible ashes to to ashes and dust to dust. we are who we are and how we deal with inner adversity makes us the people we become. great work. |
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