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I felt this way when school was almost out. I wanted time to stop.

Watch the clock
untill it chimes
the clock will stop
along with time
the clock is dead
with unmoving hands
the sands of time
that are set in stone
in the vastest vial
that was frozen by
the demented child
the water quickly falls
upon the hardened rocks
breaks them down
and turns the clock
demented child goes away
comes to fight another day