How we do it

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    How we do it
    Tick tock.
    Hear the clock.
    Dance and sing.
    Hear it ring.
    Pull the thread
    till they're dead.
    I won't see you in the morning.

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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on How we do it

    03-17-2009

    not bad. i like this one. you could have made it longer but not bad.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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