tick tock tick tock
relentlessly spoke
the old clock
" Not to mock
Not to block
your job at hand
your handiwork
I just remind
That it is slipping
the sand trickling
the hours ringing
sun's setting
Hurry
scurry
flurry
worry
Your eyes a-blurry
Your looks a-bleary
Oh dear dearie
whom did you bury
Tonight
sun light
tomorrow night
your turn , right ?
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