This is weird poem. I guess I must have been trying to write about some mystery or something. I think I failed rather miserably.
The Clock is Ticking
By Melody Beerbower
The clock is ticking.
Time flies by.
Second hands clicking.
Minutes run dry.
The job must be done,
Or people will die.
The man's on the run,
But, don't worry,
They'll find the guy.
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