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Ticks And Tocks

Tick to tock
Wind the Clock
No more time
Paradigm
No one hears
Shifting gears
Grinding gone
With the shears
Ears of stone
Make a face
Of the race
That was run
Down to rock
Wind the clock
No more time
Tick to tock .



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Written on 2016-01-08 at 10:20

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Almost onomatopoeic. Very good.
2016-01-13


ternic2005
I like this poem a lot. Very well done
2016-01-09


Nancy Sikora
The poem "sounds" the way it "means." Sort of like Onomatopoeia, but of a whole poem rather than a word. I like the rhythm of it.
2016-01-09


Ivan R
Esoteric And rock 'n roll
2016-01-08