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Moving My Pendulum

Each notch in my gear feels your verge moving Swinging my pendulum slowly back and forth Moving my weights downward pulling on my chain Each tick becomes a tock then striking my chimes Creating this melody in time my second hand moves slowly Down to your six while my other is on your twelve Both moving slowly waiting to strike twelve at the same time Your dial filled with a smile showing all your numbers Each one creating this moment in time One for unity, Two for us and three for birth Four is the hour we met and five is this time for us Six my secondhand and seven is our love Eight times nine are the seconds I wait for ten to ring my chime Eleven is the hour before we both strike at the same time We will always be in time together with my gear Moving your Verge giving us both the correct time (I am a clockmaker what can I say, lol)

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Date: 10/27/2019 12:15:00 PM
Bobby, you can make time stand still with these kind of writes. ~ Grandfather Clock (O.M.G., Old Man Gershon)
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Date: 10/27/2019 10:37:00 AM
Bobby, Excellent 'clockwork orange' in your poem 'Moving My Pendulum'. Your message flows just in time. -Richard
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