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Tick, Tock
Tick
Tock
The endless clock,
will never stop
Winding down
All tightly wound
starting at dawn
Until we yawn
Twisting in endless loops
Even when we take a poop.
Counting the minutes of the day
When the sun shines down it's rays
Until at all winds quietly down
And starts again all fresh and new
Like Cinderella and her shoe
