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Mon, 13 Apr 2009
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 I do love this poem, it reminds me of my home when I was very young and living in Liverpool with my Grandmother.
 Grand father Clock
He stands on
the stairs,Just
half-way down, Weathered and worn and old and
brown,Stilled is
his 'tick' and dumb his
chimeAnd nobody
asks him what's the time,Nobody asks him,Nobody cares,Nobody stops on the way down
stairs,To look at
his honest face and see.That he's never moved on from half past
three.
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