life is like a clock it just ticks away
slowly passing bye each and every day
ticking as goes. as the wheels go round
ticking oh so quietly you cant hear a sound
telling us the time with the fingers on it face
second hand moving gently at a steady pace
life is just the same. we have to take it slow
and softly tick away as through life we go.
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Author:
jim56 (
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