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Time's Up Tick, tock, tick, tock—goes the classic clock Its pendulum swinging, winging Time sublime—worth more than a dime Alas! Once passed, no turning, returning Tinkling, ticking pass so fast—one blast I reckon, in seconds it’ll beckon me To watch, try to catch, tripping over the slipping Moment, intent to be spent with your scent Clock goes tick, tock, tick, tock—still in shock Here, there, everywhere I dare to stare are Thoughts I ought to block and to keep locked— We were free to live, love… before time’s crime Poetry Device -- Assonance & Consonance
"repetition of vowel sounds" "repetition of ending sounds" Free Verse
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