41 Clock - Poem by Athul KrishnaA
There goes my three hands
Lazy, Lazier, Laziest
I am very helpful to you
And help you to do work on time
I am hung on walls
And is always looked at
I think I am the
Most valuable thing in the house
' TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK'
I am a clock!
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