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Clock by Annette Gisby by Annette Gisby Friday, December 07, 2001 Share Print Save Become a Fan Tick tock. Tick tock. Goes the ticking of the clock. I can't stand the sound at all So I throw it at the wall. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. I still hear the stupid clock. Now the sound is in my head. When will this torment end? Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Sometimes I wish I was a rock. I could lie down on the floor And hear the sound no more. End Copyright 2001 Annette Gisby

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Reviewed by Tova Gabrielle	7/13/2002

Found this humorous and liked the wry tone. Felt a little off re the cadence, but that could be me (feeling off).




Reviewed by Dorothy Thompson	12/10/2001

Ha! I'm sure everyone would love to be a rock when that darn alarm keeps going off! Great piece, Annette, now I'm going back to read the rest!




Reviewed by dehanna bailee (Reader)	12/9/2001

interesting pattern, and subject...keep up the great work




Reviewed by Darlene Zagata	12/7/2001

I really like this!




Reviewed by Kristie Maguire (Reader)	12/7/2001

Ecxellent, Annette! There have been many times when I wanted to throw that clock at the wall and hear the sound no more - especially when I am sitting at my computer with that blank screen in front of me and have no words come to mind to fill it. Kristie Leigh Maguire