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Jan 30
The clock ticks by as you think its your time
Tick Tock
The dreams slowly fade as you think of what you should have made
Tick Tock
Another second gone as you recount those lost ventures
Tick Tock
Oh what you could have done with more time
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
But life was good at the time you made it
Tick Tock
For how was you to know the end was now
Tick Tock
As I stand and take my final bow
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
That watch has now stopped
Tick...

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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