Clock

A tick tick sound.

Twelve numbered men. 

Three hands. 

A removable strength at my back. 
I’m a mother to time. 

I serve as a watch dog. 

With the movements i make, 

Never backwards, ever forward.

Tick tick i must go
I’m Hung to a wall. 

A death position i face everyday. 

Tick tick i still go. 

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