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
Ask a man a question, he'll give you an answer; Give that man a Blog and he'll spew for the rest of his life.
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