The Clock
Tick tack tick tack,Clamors the clock!
My hands are tired!
My hands are tired!
Tick tack tick tack,
Clamors the clock!
I want to rest!
I want to rest!
But how can I?
And how can I?
It's my duty
that awaits me!
Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2008-01-05 at 11:59
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