Clocks 


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A tick tick sound.

Twelve numbered men.

Three hands.

A removable strength at my back.

I’m a mother to time.

I serve as a watch dog.

With the movements i make,

Never backwards, ever forward.

Tick tick i must go

I’m Hung to a wall.

A death position i face everyday.

Tick tick i still go.

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