I KINDA FORGOR

HAPPY CLOCK DAY

and now, a poem about clock day

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it was a day of april

the third it was

tiring and time wasting

doing nothing

then, the clock struck me

what was so important today? my mind can't remember

but today was the clock day

not one of glocks or cocks one. of clocks.

I log on into the finest of sites, newgrounds it was

and there it was, the day I forgot

clock day, in big and bold.