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An Hour, An Hour
by Joe CramerAn hour, for an hour, an hour
My thoughts stall and do sour.
I have nothing more to say
Watching the clock tick tock away.
Slow minutes turn into an hour.
A new poem buds like a flower.
My mind slows, grinds down,
The grin now turns into a frown.
The clock tick tocks past
At long last. 06/04/2008 Author's Note: .... as I view the poetic writing process....
Posted on 06/04/2008
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