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The Sad Broken Little Clock

There was a little clock
That could not tell the time
It could not keep the pace
And could not ring or chime
And it sat there on the mantle
All alone and sad
And never cared for was it
And that was the fate it had…

But one day a little boy
Trying to amuse himself
Reached up and took down the clock
From its perch on the shelf…
And winding it he marveled
As quickly as it unwound it did sing
And at the hands flying round the face
The boy thought it a wondrous thing!

Every clock has a worth even when broken
As proved by the little boy
It brought him more happiness when it did not work
As for him…. it was a toy

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