Constant clicking of the sewing machine,
Ticking, ticking, ticking,
Ticks and clicks and taps.
You think you hear a stamp.
Sitting there makes you suspect,
There's a person you canít quite detect.
Tap, the needle goes up and down.
Scary, suspicious is every sound.
Finally the painting is done.
Get up, look around, suspicion is gone.

By: Justine (Age ?)


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