The clock

Posted on October 31, 2022 by | Leave a comment

The clock

ticks

and it

tocks,

wears no socks,

throws no rocks,

and prefers to

remain steady

at all times,

never getting excited

when there is the potential of a squirrel

crossing it’s path.

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