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14-06-2005, 01:00 PM
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Tick Tock
Tic Tock,
I start to close the door lock, Tick Tock, Hearing the old grandfather clock, Tick Tock, I start to lose face, Tick Tock, I look to find the key to the case, Tick Tock, Now I’m furious with the deafening sound, Tick Tock, I grab a bat to take it to the ground, Tick tock, I break the glass and it lands on the floor in a mound, Tick Tock, I swing once more, I fall on the floor, I land on a shard, Of something hard, I try to get up and I hit my head, Eyelids getting heavier than lead. But before I pass, From a fall and some glass, I hear for what I hope to be for the final time, The twelve o’clock chime.
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17-09-2005, 06:18 AM
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Re: Tick Tock
This is wierd. Sorry, but that's all I can say... for now.
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17-09-2005, 03:05 PM
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Re: Tick Tock
i thought u could have really made a constant beat throughout the poem, but there were some parts that hopped away from that.
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30-09-2005, 10:02 PM
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Re: Tick Tock
At least it's original! So far as I know ...
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