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Oct 2014
He leaves his house due to the sound of the clocks ticks and tocks.
The clocks ever reminding him of time slipping by
Days roll off like breaths in a short walk around the block.
This man is over tocked.
It has become his tick.
His mind locks up
with the sounds of tick and tock
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
(Down Stairs)   
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