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When The Clock Strikes
2 August, 2006
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

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The clock struck four
And I looked for you
But you were not there
For you were only a memory

Had you ever been real
Were you but a wisp of a dream
Somehow I hear you
From time to time

A voice in my mind
Guiding me
Directing my path
But are you real

Perhaps once
Perhaps someday
Perhaps when the clock strikes twelve
I will look for you

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian (72.82.89.202) -- Thursday, August 3 2006, 05:41 pm

nice poem Dreamer

When the clock strikes....lovin' this one!
barb (67.58.200.141) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 02:50 am

very nice

I sense you are missing someone you love in this.Did I interpret it right. or am I way off?
Dreamer (75.16.225.36) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 12:42 pm

sort of...

you are sort of right. I wrote this after watching an old movie "The Ghost and Mrs Muir"
BARB (67.58.199.97) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 02:54 pm

half right

I got the part right about no longer here, a ghost lol
 
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