A Voice from the Eastern Door

POETRY

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As I sit in my cell and watch

The clock tick down, my time

In here I do not dwell in

Misery or madness but I am glad

That time is moving so fast instead

of standing still. For the faster

It ticks and tocks the faster

I will leave these locks the...

 

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