Tick tock, tick tock,
Goes the grandfather clock.
Round and round,
Goes the hands of the clock.
Telling the time,
The cycle repeats every day.
Every single day,
It's just the same.
It's never ending,
It's repeating.
A cycle that will never stop,
Maybe I'll go mad.
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I hope it ends first,
For nothing lasts forever.
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Poems
PoetryLet each word speak to you, Let each word explain to you. Some will understand, Some will not. I hope that you all will enjoy. I apologize if I had made any mistakes in my poems.
