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A Ticking Clock


The clock is ticking loudly but
Its hands just seem to creep,
Nearly four in the morning
And I just need some sleep.
It was a bad nightmare
Dragged me awake screaming
But am I still really awake
Or am I in fact still dreaming.
My tired head is swimming
My eyes streaming and aching
Pretty soon the birds will start to
Herald another dawn's breaking.
My eyes won't focus
When I try to read
The print just runs together
In a jumbled hazy screed.
Night after night it's the same
It's enough to make me weep
For when it's time to be up I know
I'll have fallen back to sleep.







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