Clacking

A Poem by David Plantinga

Clacking belongs to hollow shells,

And echoes stilled, and tongueless bells.

Toys are made flimsier than tools,

And sloth is banished from the schools.

When clacking’s ceased, adults relax.

Childhood is hardship and attacks.

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Added on September 13, 2021
Last Updated on November 15, 2021

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