Thommas_Dickery

The-Forgotten-Angel

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my grandfather's clock was to large for the shelf so it stood ninety year's on the floor
          It was taller by half then the old man himself though it weighed not a penny weight more
          it was bought on the morn on the day he was born and was always his treasure and pride
          but it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
          ninety year's without slumbering"tick,tock.tick,tock"
          his life seconds numbering"tick,tock,tick,tock"
          it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
          
          in watching it's pendulum swinging to and fro,many hours had he spent while a boy;And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know and both shared his grief and his joy for it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door with the blooming and beautiful bride
          but it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
          ninety year's without slumbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
          his life second's numbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
          it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
          
          my grandfather said of those he could hire not a servant so faithful he found
          for it wasted no time and it had one desire at the close of each week to be wound
          and kept in it's place not a frown upon it's face and it's hand's never hung by it's side
          but it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
          ninety year's without slumbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
          it's life second's numbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
          it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
          it rang an alarm in the death of the night an alarm that year's had been dumb;and we knew that spirit was plumbing it's flight,that his hour of departure had come
          still the clock kept the time with a soft muffled chime,as we stood silently by it's side
          but it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
          ninety year's without slumbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
          his life second's numbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
          it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died

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I was only ever shit posting on my feed back then, just wanted to see how my friends would react to it, they were confused so my goal was met.
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mena19187

@Thommas_Dickery  am I supposed to cry?
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