The grandfather clock,
one that's been around for ages,
old n cloaky,
yet filled with flickering memories.

Strangely desired the dust at its edges,
and the cracks at its corners.
The old cloaky clocks heart,
just slowly blurs.

It's not rich in looks,
it's more than rich in memories.
When you nock on the glass,
it speaks the wispers of childhood.
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