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Tic Tic Toc

     Tic Toc Tic Toc

       there goes the clock

      time to go to

     school and not act

      like a fool and

      follow the rules and

     go home and play

   pool

     Bang Bang Bang

there goes that

   same old gang firing of

gunshots but dane

why, why do the bullets

have to fly

just another reason why

another mother has

 to cry and then another

This poem makes me...
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  • Surprised (6%)
  • Feel a Connection (6%)
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