Nine year old Anvesha loves her clock that wakes her up every morning so much so that she has penned a poem on it.

My Clock
Tick- tack, tick- tock,
Goes my little clock,
From the purple wall,
She gives a little call.
She has a face,
Hands and numbers continue,
But has some,
In between some space.
There are many clocks in this world,
But my favourite is mine,
She is so precious to me,
She makes me rise and shine.
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