Red brick, and the ant flick.
You get the rhyme about the ant in line?
In our brick house we used to watch.
In second grade we sometimes sang.
Brick wall, waterfall. Our brick school was home to our rules.
Getting old, you start to fold.
Bricks break, cinders shake.
Time stops, a penny drops.
We will all be fine in this life and time.
Do these bricks all belong with this time that ticks?
The third part of this is so good. Gave me goosebumps.
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