Please use for your site or magazine. ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Mazzella To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Cc: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Sunday, November 02, 2008 12:58 PM Subject: reformatted poem: Poor Little Clocks
Little clocks will not smile nor will be in a pleasant mood tonight, They cannot argue or put up a fight. Their little faces or hands must be turned, They cannot fathom this and nothing can be discerned. Leave me alone, they sadly say, Why must you spoil my life's way? There is a ritual to turn clocks both in the autumn and in the springtime, Life's events cannot always be to our liking or always glowing and fine. So, in a few days, the clocks will b glad again and doleful frowns will disappear, Once again they will smile with sunshine cheer. By: Cynthia Groopman -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No viruses found in this outgoing message Scanned by iolo AntiVirus 1.5.3.5 http://www.iolo.com --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DBILG?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
