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The clock strikes twelve, With chimes and squeals, My eyes go wide, Time's on my heels. I run from him, My riches. Rags, The wide, blue skirt, Deflates and sags.
The time on the clock says 9:49 Eleven minutes to go Outside, dark, quiet Time is ticking away.
I'll try my best, But I have to go fast. I have 3 minutes to spare, Gosh, I forgot to comb my hair. This poem is going to be about a bird, So here goes- Oh my word.
Running flat out to stand still, The ticking clock's a bitter pill. Time's deserted a steady beat. Hard to stand up on my feet. Compress a week into a day, When time is tight there is no way.
Roxy raced to her car, reading the text as she went along. "Go to the gas station on Brooke street. There is a pay phone just next to it.