Dear Reader......I have nothing to say
Time keeps ticking on making mournful song,
As the clock strikes nine I wake a new day,
The sun creeping out a moment some would long,
But not all are so fortunate to see,
Pick up the phone and hear as my heart flies,
I pray that it's you on the other end,
Your soft tone and your hazelnut brown eyes,
The ring goes on as the clock ticks the time,
Suddenly I smell the fresh earth and see,
Me fumbling with your dirty green gloves,
Us planting a new small leafy green tree,
I realize how the time has passed by,
As the clock strikes ten I know that your gone,
And the old wooden clock keeps ticking on,
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