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Shackling His Tongue
I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking, or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking' By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking in the language better known as 'clocking' Must Grandfather Time command my life? He so rudely continues without a thought that his hammer yammering rhythm of strife mocks the beating pulse of my human heart What a wonderful fantasy my life would be if for one day I'd not hear his unrelenting beat I'd be stress free if time would stand still for me for without his gonging life would be so sweet In solace of night, I seek sleep and close my eyes in need of escape and retreat from earthly chore but I cannot find a moment of tranquil paradise for his insistent knelling peals out once more Each quarter hour his mallet chimes out to me but his clappers sing off key in monotonous song Not a lyrical lullaby, but a torturous rhapsody whose tireless verses antagonize me far too long I'm tenacious to put an end to his wagging tongue and shackle the swinging motion of his pendulum Each hour of the day and night would go by unsung Being silenced is the price paid by the meddlesome
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