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The Heart’s Betrayal Henrique A. Caldas	Tic toc the clock; pump, pumped the blood Wild need, whispers required to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Heaven Of Immortal Love. Nikhil Parekh	Like the pragmatic ticking of the clock; which never let the crux of blessed life vapidly deteriorate and die; even after veritable...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Heritage Classic Tyler Macleod	been enough time now for the catch, while no clock set the whistling wind...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The History teacher Nikhil Parekh	was getting restless by the passing clock second, as streaks of grey camouflaged the sky, droplets of fresh monsoon pelted down in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hollow Men T. S. Eliot	Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the...	Rate it (3.67 / 3 votes)
The Horse and Cart Ferry Henry Lawson	erry; With his back teeth afloat, On the twelve o’clock boat, And a spectacle there on the ferry (A picture to all on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hours of Life are Running away Fast. HILAL AHMAD MIR	Nothing is here to curb the hands of the clock Like no one can stop the journey of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hours of Life are Running away Fast. HILAL AHMAD MIR	Nothing is here to curb the hands of the clock Like no one can stop the journey of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones Conrad Potter Aiken	They look at the great clock's golden hands, They laugh and talk, not knowing what they say: Only, their words like music...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares Conrad Potter Aiken	The clock ticks slowly and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude Conrad Potter Aiken	The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter Conrad Potter Aiken	The clock, behind ticks...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms Conrad Potter Aiken	The clock, upon her mantelpiece, strikes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Human Mind Is Unbelievable Nikhil Parekh	all day like the vivaciously ticking clock; getting more vociferous than thunderbolts of lightening leaping down from the unfathomably...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ides of February/4th Iteration Steven Golden	I’ve gone mute beneath the ticking seconds of the clock, Growing ever so slowly old and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Idiot Boy William Wordsworth	'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night, The moon is up,--the sky...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Impulse of Time Karl Constantine FOLKES	Heartbeat, clock beat, time beating — Nature’s pulse in...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Inch Between Us Stacey Powells	I needed to rewind Rewind the clock Rewind our life Only an inch So very close But not Not really They say you did that ...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Infanticide Friedrich Schiller	The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Joy I'm Without Kurt Philip Behm	The fates were against us his clock had run out The pain in his parting —the joy I’m...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Katamarine Ken Dass	of prosperity—or so Krieg believed. At six o’clock, the ship docked in the only spot open for entering the mainland. The lot belonged to King...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Killer Virus Niti Bedi	Doctors and nurses toiling round the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Knitters Padraic Colum	Of thought and will and deed Like the moveless clock that I gaze on- It will go where the ravens...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Laborers Point of View Ian Mark Bugwat	sound of clock wrapped on my wrist ticking, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part II Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	Still listening to the clock's recurring chime, As though the very hours that struck were foes, And might, but would...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)