Tic - Toc - Terese Leontine

Tic - Toc

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Tic - Toc. This clock will never stop.
Tic - Toc. This clock drives me insane. Tic - Toc. This clock will be my death. 
Tic - Toc. This clock will never stop.
Tic -Toc.  Please make it stop. 
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Just my poetry in a book
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