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Our life is a clock, spun from when we are born


The start of our life, is the start of the clock


Some have large batteries, others, not 


But we all get the same clock, but customized to our likes.


Black, small, white large, brown, medium.


But inside, it is all the same. 


Our machine is brought to life, with fluttering particles. 


We have emotions, thoughts and our own rights.


The way we spend our lives, could make unforgettable clocks, 


We could have well working machines, or not.


We will never know when the hands will stop.


So live life to the most, and think of no tomorrow.


For by then, the clock well may be still.



Chi Chi Pau Yr 7