Five ticks, twelve times a minute, the second hand advances,
Either with a steady eye on watch or momentary glances.
So also does my heart; I know not the number each minute;
Counting down the beats of life, no matter the deeds within it.
- Tick, tick, tick… (thewritingidealist.wordpress.com)
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