it is a clock


Tick-Tock



Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
This is how my day goes by
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
It is how I live
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
I live by the minute
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
To live like this might be wrong
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
It might be right, to
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
It is how I live each minute
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
Not that I live by them
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
That I live through them
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
This is my clock
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock
This is my life
Tick- tock Tick- tock Tick- tock





Poetry by kayla
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Written on 2006-08-07 at 00:28

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