Poems ✍️
  22.06.2025
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Author: Spike Milligan

hen I Suspected

There will be a time when it will end.
Be it parting
Be it death
So each passing minute with you
Pendulummed with sadness.
So many times
I looked long into your face.
I could hear the clock ticking.


  love Time loss Melancholy

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