Written by: Mr. Lodi
Date: Sunday, January 6th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
O' for the comforting touch,
Of the sound between the tick and the tock.
For there we ran happy as children
To a backdrop of gently sighing breezes,
Laughing gulls and softly braking waves.
I smiled, as in the sand we drew with sticks.
These silent memories sit inside of me
As I wait for the tock to kill the tick
So I can once again fly away, happy and free . . .
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 295 AF.
Written by: Mr. Lodi
Date: Sunday, January 6th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
O' for the comforting touch,
Of the sound between the tick and the tock.
For there we ran happy as children
To a backdrop of gently sighing breezes,
Laughing gulls and softly braking waves.
I smiled, as in the sand we drew with sticks.
These silent memories sit inside of me
As I wait for the tock to kill the tick
So I can once again fly away, happy and free . . .
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 295 AF.
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