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I like it, it reads like slam poetry almost, with the short sentences and chopping backwards and forwards in time. One thing I will say is that coffee comes from beans not leaves. But y'know what, that's not so important. Keep it up.
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Bearzy: Thanks so much! Glad you liked it [:)] Thanks for pointing that out, even if it's not so important it's incongruous and distracting and I've edited!
And now for a poem. Scientific Curiosity Once there was a girl who lived in a clock One dial was a seat, the other a support for her back A girl whose mind was full of only the tick-tock She never felt bored or any sort of lack Once there was a girl who lived in a clock She'd change her position as the dials moved Her favourite time of day was three o' clock Because she could sit up straight, plus it was warm at noon Scientific curiosity will turn the key in the lock of Pandora's box Scientific curiosity an idle mind is the devil's workshop Let's pray, oh you and me That her mind never gets too hungry To need more than the tick-tock Once there was a girl who lived in a clock One day the dials froze, turned off the tick-tock How could the clock have stopped, she was shocked Her mind went numb then empty, then she thought What was behind her, inside the clock? What made the dials move, sound the tick-tock? What was behind her, inside the clock? What went wrong that made the clock stop? Scientific curiosity will turn the key in the lock of Pandora's box Scientific curiosity And idle mind is the devil's workshop Scientific curiosity is the mistake we're all so proud of She found her way into the clock Wonderstruck when she saw the mechanic metaling She pushed a minor wheel to see it roll And that was all to get the clock going Suddenly all the machinery was moving And she couldn't think for all the tick-tock The jagged gears tore and crushed her between them And the tick-tock sounded, a chant that mocked. |
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