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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Old Chiming Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a clock on the shelf in the old lady's house<br>and I have a bad feeling inside, <br>for it ticks and tocks and it chimes every hour<br>and I fear it marks time till she dies.<br> <br>She sits all day long by the fire in a shawl, <br>knitting in rhythm to its beat.<br>and she seems quite oblivious to time passing by<br>as she stops now and then to make tea.<br> <br>It's dark in her house and the furniture is old<br>the curtains are brown where they've aged. <br>I'd really like to stay but it's getting very cold<br>and the clock on the shelf says it's late.<br> <br>She rocks in her chair, by the fire, most days, <br>knitting and watching the TV<br>Sometimes she will hum a funny little song, <br>then she'll talk to the cat or to me.<br> <br>I bring her a newspaper every day<br>and a loaf of bread twice a week<br>On Sundays I stay for a lovely piece of cake<br>that she bakes extra specially for me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someday I'll be old like the frail lady there<br>I'll sit in my house all day long<br>I might have a cat and a big rocking chair<br>but I wont have an old chiming clock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q>
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for it ticks and tocks and it chimes every hour
and I fear it marks time till she dies.
 
She sits all day long by the fire in a shawl, 
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