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2020-11-05
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Tic-Tock the clock won't stop

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Author Note's : Any and all drabbles and poems I send out would make me and my muse happy if anyone would like to add to it or make a story of it or just make a WP. Just feel free to run with any and all. But most of all PLEASE have FUN!!!
Disclaimer : Original poem, Mine
Archive : yes if you want take just let me know that's all I ask and I'm easy too
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Thank you Val for finding and fixing my miss spelled words
Fandoms: I don't put any fandom as I think ( and I could be wrong )that my poems will fit anyone of them.
Feedback: Is good I like feedback and it makes my muse dance and chase plot bunny's
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Tic-Tock the clock won't stop
by sablerose2
sablerose2@sbcglobal.net

 

Tic-tock the clock won't stop
red rose in the vase.
Smiling picture's of your face,
a lone tear drop that escapes.
I'm waiting in this abandoned place
you left me here walked out that
door.

Tic-tock the clock won't stop,
mocking me as I whine and beg
but you turned you head and
shut me in this place. So all I
do is pace and worry to the fate's
are you safe? are you calm? will I
ever be held in your loving arm's
again?

Tic-tock the clock won't stop as
the day slowly fades away.
The night moves in I have to grin,
remembering when we first met.
Soft brown eye's that smiled at me
nearly brought me to my knees.
Tic-tock the clock won't stop
what's that sound is it the lock
turning around? Running, panting
almost dancing as the door is opened.

A gentle voice a sweet caress a warm
safe chest to snuggle up against.
He's home, he's home I'm not alone
he's back where he belongs.
Safe and sound from the worlds
outside our door.

Tic-tock the clock won't stop
but Master's home with me.
I lay my head upon his lap as
he feeds little snacks or rubs
my belly or my back.
No need to bark or snap.
He's my world, my god, my Master
fine.

Tic-tock the clock won't stop but it
really doesn't matter when life is
sitting on a platter and just listening
to his chatter.

It's a dog's life and I couldn't be happier.