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Tick, Tock He is covered in mud For so long, dark brown The years have left him Cold to the touch Click, click Tasting of dust and The bark of birch Gears in his mind Constantly shifting Tick, Tock His tapping heartbeat Breathing sequentially Chorus of bells It's his job Ding, **** There goes my grandfather clock
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
My Grandfather
Tick, Tock He is covered in mud For so long, dark brown The years have left him Cold to the touch Click, click Tasting of dust and The bark of birch Gears in his mind Constantly shifting Tick, Tock His tapping heartbeat Breathing sequentially Chorus of bells It's his job Ding, **** There goes my grandfather clock
Grandfather clocks are so cool...aren't they?
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
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