Simplicity is a curse

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Time 20m

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Tick tock, Tick tock, the clock it never stops.
Not for you, not for me.
We've all gone mad here you see,
listening to that never ending ticking.

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Simplicity is a curse, complexity is tiring.
  A collection of poems by me.All Rights Reserved

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