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By Chris Bunton The Clock ticks,tick tick tick.Time drags on,and on and on. A million times a day, the same thing,The same dread and hate all dayEvery day. Disrespect, again and again.It’s my fault once again.Whether from your mouth,Or twisting in my head,Again. Another prayer to escape,another prayer for change,another prayer for peace,another prayer to forgive,justContinue reading “The Clock Ticks”