Pete Rivera

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Clockwise - Poem by Pete Rivera

The levers are pulled
The wheels are turning
The wires
They spark it to life
As the river runs
The same as a clock turns
One hand, two hand, three hand
And I use to be sad
But then you touched my hand
And I flew like a bird
At the speed of a tempest
The wind carried me
It led me to you
So here I am for you
And I will always be at your side

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012



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