Tick Poem by Tony Sandy
Tick
Here I am ticking over
Leading a life, rolling in clover.
My right leg lifts
Despite me ticking it off.
The left hand's raised
In a flap, not a cough.
My mouth does twitch
But it doesn't froth.
I stutter now and then
Over words beyond my Ken.
In public I stumble
Now and again.
I don't fit in
And the world feels strange;
It seems to limit me
In my activities range.
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