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In a house on a hill, not far from the dock, Stood an old, quirky, and curious clock. With gears that would tick and tock with a rock, And something inside gave a jolt and a shock.

"Oh, what's in this clock?" you might wonder aloud, "This clock has a secret, hidden and proud." Inside there's a tool that would make a thug balk, For snug in the gears is a shiny ol' Glock.

This Glock in the clock wasn't there to chime, Nor strike at the hours—it just bided its time. In the clock it would nestle, as snug as a sock, Guarding the house with a ready-made shock.

Now if a home invader should creep through the door, With his sneaky intentions and mischief galore, The old clock would tick with a mischievous clack, And with a swift motion, it'd give them a whack.

For this wasn't a clock of your everyday flock, It housed something more—yes, it housed a Glock. The intruder would freeze, in mid-sneak, deadlocked, By the clock's stern reminder: "You've picked the wrong block!"

So if ever you visit that house near the dock, And spy the old, quirky, and curious clock, Remember this rhyme, and give it a knock, But beware what you find, for inside is a Glock.

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