I)
The clock strikes midnight, but time stands still.
The moon rises above, against time's will.
I still sit and shall cry
like a statue that dies
while time moves across the hill.
II)
Dawn did dawn above time's hill,
and with remorse did time it fill.
I still sat and then I did laugh
for time's legs were promptly halved,
it stopped for walking was nil.
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good writes A.
Thank you
Not just limericks but plays on words as well and a fun read it was.
Thank you for your words.
A fun way of delivering your message, nicely written
Thank you… I am glad the message was communicated
You are very welcome
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