Leisurely, I enter dad's repair room.
Placing me in the hands of time.
Antique clocks of many styles.
Springs, gears, and parts about. Clocks bold that go bong, bong.
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Peaceful radiance of a beautiful morn.
The giantress stands on her tiny island,
over looking New York Harbor.
Carrying a torch for friendship, freedom, and hope.
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Crisp winter wind tugging at my coat,
slowly numbing my face.
The sun shinning across the skating rink,
surrounded by banks of snow.
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