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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That’s awesome, keep up the good work…
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Thanks bro
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Interesting your poems and writings are great. Make me think.
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Thank you
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Nwwwwice
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Zitelu this is tremendously cute
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. . . You wait for no one.
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Oh..simple and nice poem about a clock!
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Thank you
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