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THE DEATH CLOCK
 
It stands amidst the time-worn square,
Where many feet have trod.
And often those who ask of it
Their fate...are sent by God.

The window of instruction asks
To state your date of birth.
In order then to calculate
The day you'll leave this earth.

I typed my information, then
I waited nervously.
To see what fate would offer up...
And when MY time would be.

The light awoke the darkness there
And I saw what it said.
''Before this day is over dear...
You shall lie cold and dead.''
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The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE

By MissSharon

© 2019 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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