How we do it

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    How we do it

    Tick tock.
    Hear the clock.
    Dance and sing.
    Hear it ring.
    Pull the thread
    till they're dead.
    I won't see you in the morning.

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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on How we do it

    03-17-2009

    not bad. i like this one. you could have made it longer but not bad.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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