Title: Time
by Amy from West Sussex | in writing, poetry
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
Hands spin until theyre sick.
Tock, tock, tock, tock,
Mechanics whirr behind the clock.
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
There's twelve numbers from which to pick.
Tock, tock, tock, tock,
This grandfathers not one to mock.
Tock, tick, tock, tick,
I've ne'er seen a clock so majestic.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
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