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No Clock


Everyone has their own way to tick

Some might click

Some might tock

But I?

I don’t even own a clock

For all I know they could never have been in this world

I mean really.

No watch is needed to tell me when to eat

I don’t like to sit back and watch the world go by

I want to fly!

But how can you fly

When you’re weighed down by time?

No wonder most people can’t fly

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