Time keeps ticking, both day and night,
Even when there isn't a clock in sight.
It keeps ticking when we laugh or cry,
And when we make a loud and exaggerated sigh.
Time keeps ticking when we do our chores;
It is still ticking as we make s'mores.
Time keeps ticking when we walk, run, or hop,
But what happens when time stops?
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