The Nature of Time
Time the time that ticks on by.
Mine's the time I watch tick by.
My own life, passing along.
Time the time that ticks on by.
Boredom is as boredom does--watch the clock moving on.
Paint a-drying, grass a-growing.
Mine's the time that ticks on by.
Mine's the time I watch tick by.
My own life, passing along.
Time the time that ticks on by.
Boredom is as boredom does--watch the clock moving on.
Paint a-drying, grass a-growing.
Mine's the time that ticks on by.
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Stream of consciousness poem with a concussion....and some boredom....all in the last thirty seconds of the last period of the day....Chemistry.So, i hope you like the randomness of my mind, and please comment!! Thanks!