Only a few more days to go to get your entry in. Response has been somewhat lax thus far, surely there are a few more of you out there who have written a poem at some point. What is the world coming to? Is the art of poetry dead? Have we lost the once proud voice of revolutionaries and lovers alike?
The Clock of My Desire
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dfm65
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The clock of my desire
Channels each passing moment
Through the prism of eternity
Tick tock tick tock tick
That's the biggest clock
I've ever seen she gasps
Falling to her knees before it
Moments later
The clock of my desire
Sounds the coming of the hour
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!
Originally posted by dfm65alternative ending:
The Clock of My Desire
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by
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dfm65
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The clock of my desire
Channels each passing moment
Through the prism of eternity
Tick tock tick tock tick
That's the biggest clock
I've ever seen she gasps
Falling to her knees before it
Moments later
The clock of my desire
Sounds the coming of the hour
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
😉 (soften it with smileys)