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Oct 2017
tick-tock,
tock-tick,
these old clocks are making me sick,
tick-tock,
tock-tick,
time is running out now take your pick,
tick-tock,
tock-tick,
come on now make it quick,
tick-tock,
tock-tick,
there is no longer any time,
or any rhyme,
your time has ended,
and it can't be mended.
faith
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faith  18/F
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