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Heavy Ticks
Poor you, solitary one! No joy's for you no even fun, but tasteless days and burning sun. Thus, your times just pass and run. ***** Clocks clock: tick and tuck. Excited, bored, or dimly struck, in definite time you must be stuck.
Clocks clock: tick and tock. You eat food or read some book, or maybe nothing but lie and look.
Clocks clock: tick and tick, until your temper turns so quick.
They tick and tick, tick and tick, whatever you shout, box or kick. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Stop, please! You make sick. Tick, tick, tick, tick.
And they will always tick and tick, There's no escape, no saving trick. ***** O dear Lord! Is there any vent or single way to color this awful boring gray?
O dear Lord! Can anything put out this thirst, or make my lips, with laugh, they burst?
O dear Lord! Can anything just soothe my soul, or make me feel myself as whole?
O dear Lord! Can my heart, with joy, just beat? Can my ticks, with love, they fleet?
O dear Lord! I implore You; would You make my wish so true!
O dear Lord! I wait and wait hoping for a pleasing fate.
O dear Lord! Is all in vain? Dearest Lord, assure me again!
19/3/2006 Salma
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