A poem that again is centered on clocks.
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My Magic Clock
Written by: TJgamer
High upon my shelf,
Lies a small clock,
A special clock,
A magical clock.
Whenever its hands are turned,
Time itself is altered,
It does what mankind has yearned,
The day can be haltered.
Resting by my books,
Is a small clock,
A wondrous clock,
A powerful clock.
A normal clock you might say,
No, it contains power,
You can skip to any day,
Any minute, any hour.
On its usual place,
Sits an old clock,
A different clock,
A wonderful clock.
Turn the hands shown on its face,
And access any time,
Raise or drop the time's pace,
Try my clock so sublime.