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POEM “Ticktock”

The clock said
"It's the future"
I replied
"How come?"
It tried to explain
But it failed
Because the battery died.
I tried to fix it
But the clock was fried
Some might say
It was a short circuit.
"Better of without it,
It just wasted space."
So I just threw it out
To not
My lifespan to shortcut
With it's ticktocks of
"Here I come!"



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