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My old Cuckoo clock

My old Cuckoo clock

The hands of my clock ticks a second at a time, as they strike every quarter the bells will chime..my musical melody of eternity, eternal sounds of a symphony.. a lifetime of lastingness, until forever and a day .. ticking timelessly one’s future away

My old Cuckoo clock shall never stop.. I pull the weights to the very top.. three weights in total each with a different demand, they keep my old clock working on my command.. Oh how I love my clock it’s my faithful old friend, we will remain companions until the very end
 

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Jill....I just love both cuckoo clocks and grandfather clocks too...They just instill this sense of old fashioned times and a reminder that we are a part of their faithful longevity to remind us we are alive with them.  What a sentimental depiction of a classic time piece.   Love n Hugs, xo ;)

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Jill Tait

Thank you luv we love same simple things in life ❤️❤️

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Jill Tait

Haha yes I’ve had nice relaxing poetic day hunnybun 👍❤️🥰

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Marion Price

There is always something we hold very dear that comforts us Jill...this is lovely. For me it's an old glass cabinate I covered with sea shells and holds all the momentous of my children's childhoods..it's a bloody eyesore now but, despite threats, it is always there in the same place with the same tattered things..lol💕

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Jill Tait

Aww luv it sounds brilliant and sentimental xxx Thanks hunnybun 💕💕💕

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