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The Clock

"Tick-tock," says the clock.

"Haha, yea...," I reply.

Maybe I'm a bad friend,

But I'm jealous of the clock.

 

Sure, I love hanging around with the clock,

But wouldn't it be great to be him?

You might say I'm ticking with envy.

(Whatever that means)

 

Beautifully crafted,

Always moving forward,

Always being looked up to.

Even when someone tells you you're slow or wrong,

You keep moving forward regardless.

 

Man wants to reverse you,

And constantly fights against you,

But I know you're just misunderstood.

"Don't shoot the messenger," as they say.

 

Stay strong clock.

We'd be lost without you.

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dan-bolens
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Jan 8, 2014
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