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Tick,
Tock,
Goes this clock.
Never slowing,
Always paced.
Never faster,
There's no haste.
The hands, they spin,
Round and round.
As always have been,
Forever bound.
Until. . .
Your soul, it tires,
Becoming ill.
Your life expires,
Silence fills.
Until,
Tick,
Tock.
This clock,
It stops.
- by Scruffy_dog02 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/28/2008 |
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- Title: Tick, Tock
- Artist: Scruffy_dog02
- Description: This was done recently with time on my mind. . .how it never stops, never slows, never quickens. . . no matter who you are, no matter how rich, how poor you may be. . . eventually the ticking starts to slow. . . until it stops
- Date: 11/28/2008
- Tags: tick tock clock life death
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Faerie - 04/17/2010
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Nice smile
I love the rhythm of this piece....Its balanced ^ ^ - Report As Spam
- Starlight_Miss - 08/22/2009
- I really like it! It has that great rhythm to it. 4/5! Please rate back.
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- Scruffy_dog02 - 11/28/2008
- Or it died (that swhat I was trying to portray . . . life? death? that sorta thing?) ^^;
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- abbye5 - 11/28/2008
- if the ticking stops that means its broken XD
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