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The Clock
I watch the clock,
The second hand glides smoothly,
The minute hand moving slowly,
As the hour hand moves as a snail,
On a lazy day.
The clock asks,
In the language of ticks and tocks,
What time it is.
For the clock can't see its own face.
Kinda like us who wonder,
If we are good enough.
The second hand glides smoothly,
The minute hand moving slowly,
As the hour hand moves as a snail,
On a lazy day.
The clock asks,
In the language of ticks and tocks,
What time it is.
For the clock can't see its own face.
Kinda like us who wonder,
If we are good enough.
Published 24th Jun 2013
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24th Jun 2013 3:35pm
AHHH...it's nice to be a clock, all laid back and relaxed, ignoring life and existing routinely!
24th Jun 2013 7:25pm
25th Jun 2013 3:02pm
