A quick poem

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The ones line up on the clock
Tic…toc...tic…toc
The twos line up on the clock
Tic… toc… tic…toc
The threes line up on the clock
Tic…toc…tic…toc
The fours line up on the clock
Tic…toc…tic..toc
A five lines up on the clock
Tic…toc
One fall on the chopping block




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Ooh lala!! I like this. But I have a certain understanding of this and I'm not sure if it's right. Can you elaborate??
I hope someday that someone will walk into my life and help me realize why it never worked out with him or anyone else.




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You lost me and I absolutely love this poem because you did! I'm not sure what it means, but it's an amazing piece of work! Just because I'm curious, What exactly is the meaning of it? Other than that, Bravo! Its really good!
~ Cassi
Try smiling in the rain. When you are sad. It's harder than it looks.
~Cassi (me)




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Remarkably simple yet somewhat profound.
I only wonder if you could elaborate.

As far as the body, the repetition gets laborious after about the 3rd line.
Unfortunately, I don't see a way to make it more interesting without adding somewhat of a variation. Or perhaps changing the numbers.
Anyway, I can't say it was a pleasure to read, but it certainly was interesting. :3
I'm back!

"Breaking fixed idea!
Throw away the prejudice
that fish live in fish bowls only!"




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Instead of ruining the fun of discovery, I've made a minor change.

The Ones line up on the clock
Tic…toc...tic…toc
The Twos line up on the clock
Tic… toc… tic…toc
The Threes line up on the clock
Tic…toc…tic…toc
The Fours line up on the clock
Tic…toc…tic..toc
A Five lines up on the clock
Tic…toc
One fall on the chopping block



More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes