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Tic Toc

When first we sat
living life
rain dropped by
then we stood
and changed our walk
for now
all the sudden rung the clock

tic toc, tic toc,
and coocoo birds
flew by as the rain began to fly.

whilst wheeooshing
past our heads the
clock had stopped
and floods had come
washing away our steps

dawning on the surface
of the sand
life began to empty
our beach filled with life
the future bright
the forgotten past remembered
brought to new light.

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