<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=401834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tic Toc, a Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No chance to wait; can’t hesitate.<br> Turning to the sixty for a breath, then death.<br> Turning three score once more and more…<br> This face ranges with changes to after from before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It knows no man, but again spins faster and faster, <br> Having no master in joy or disaster.<br> Its needles point and anoint each moment with the past.<br> And as fast its joints are turning ever to the right<br> In spite of a world yearning, burning for a pause in its flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This face rushing to its cause will never be bound<br> As it paces, yet races with the sound, tic toc, a clock</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gregory+Huyette">Gregory Huyette</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=401834" data-title="Tic Toc, a Clock de Gregory Huyette" data-description="No chance to wait; can’t hesitate. Turning to the sixty for a breath, then death. Turning three score once more and more… This face ranges with changes to after from before. It knows no man, but again spins faster and faster, Having no ..."></div> </div> </div>

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