Ding dong,
Loudly the bell rings.
While the day is still young,
The bell pings.
When the chance starts to fly,
Lips will be heavy with sigh.
Steps then seized like legs are pinioned.
Lastly,cruelty to late opinions.
Before rocket-fuelled ticking of the clock, take it by the forelock.
The alarms ring on and on,
Giving a moment to dance to its tune.

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