The Classy Clock Clickin’ Poem by J.K. Doe

The Classy Clock Clickin’



Hear the decaying bird,
Hear it wallow.
Hear it praise the lord, it’s author
That is, oh, so shallow.
Not a single false note, not a care in
The little bird’s world.

“I am, indeed, dying, ” the little one
Takes its last breath. “I don’t see
What’s so strange about going there.”

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