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I found a broken wrist-watch
Flying in the gale
I put it in my pocket
With the penny and the snail.
When I brought it home
I threw it in the den
I was pretty certain
I’d never see that watch again.
I was home a few weeks later
And my other clock had broke
I was in a sorry state
When I felt a painful poke.
I looked down in surprise and saw
My watch’s eager face
Which, to my surprise, was ticking
At an even pace.
And, to this day, it’s still ticking
Right where my old clock used to be
I’m so very glad I found it
And brought it home with me.

This poem is Copyright ยฉ julesxo