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“Tick tock,” calls the clock Time inches on and doesn’t stop And dawn begins We count by tens Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” sings the clock Time tiptoes on and doesn’t stop And morning begins We’re wading in Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” drawls the clock Time marches on and doesn’t stop And day begins We fight to win Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” warns the clock Time hurries on and doesn’t stop And noon begins We pick up again Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” whispers the clock Time races on and doesn’t stop And evening begins We grab our pens Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” yells the clock Time still goes on and never stops Night has arrived The day has died Make way; a new dawn starts to rise.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
Tick Tock
“Tick tock,” calls the clock Time inches on and doesn’t stop And dawn begins We count by tens Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” sings the clock Time tiptoes on and doesn’t stop And morning begins We’re wading in Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” drawls the clock Time marches on and doesn’t stop And day begins We fight to win Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” warns the clock Time hurries on and doesn’t stop And noon begins We pick up again Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” whispers the clock Time races on and doesn’t stop And evening begins We grab our pens Waiting for our lives to end. “Tick tock,” yells the clock Time still goes on and never stops Night has arrived The day has died Make way; a new dawn starts to rise.
A poem about the human life cycle.
#tick#tock#clock#time#age#growth#human#life
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22/the ecliptic plane
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
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