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Tick tock went the old clock.
All on a summers day.
The sound was never ending,
And always blending.
And saying come what may.

On through the night, oh what a sight.
The old clock stood tall and proud.
Its sound would ring out,
And without a doubt.
Then heard by the growing crowd.

Everyone gathered round anticipating its sound.
And, intently watching its hands.
They were antique white
and oh what a sight.
Then, it rang throughout the land.

It was heard far and near,
its sound quite clear.
The day once again, came to an end.
The message now sent, it was quite content.
And now was quiet once again.

Posted February 2, 2014 by Peaches

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