Ode to the Clock

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As I sit silently in a still classroom,
My eyes are drawn to the clock,
Like moths to the flame.
Each moment,
There is another tick,
Each moment,
Another tock,
Leading me closer and closer,
To freedom,
For the clock is always loyal.
Where would I be without the clock?
Nowhere,
This is true.
For the clock so sleek,
In frame and hand,
Guides everything I do.
The clock,
It tells me when to leave.
The clock,
It tells me when to stay,
The clock,
It assists me every day.
Oh clock,
You help me in so many ways.





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