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Nov 2013
I wonder why clocks tick, tock
it annoys me so I get a rock
and at the clock it flys
the clock smashes with a thousand sighs.
Even clocks have a rhyme
saying tick tock tick tock, all on time.
Don't you wish you could go back and do something once more.
But that's impossible, something that you could only wish for.
In a book something could happen twice
how awesome and nice
if it were true,
but stop dreaming, wake up i'd have to tell you.
This is one of my earlier poems written 28/10/10
Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg
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Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg  That Place Where I'm From
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