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Oct 2012
Tick Tock!
I am your clock
My hands point toward the future
Every second brings more torture

Only you can read my face
Now go, explore your space

Many have tried
To beat my stride
Your efforts are in vain

How long will you try?
Avoiding the end
Not wanting to send
Dear old boys to bed
So I will be their final friend

9/7/2011
Mike T
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