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Mad Hatting


Run out to hear that clock, All it seems to do is tock, It appears time has lost its ticking, No more left for what is missing, Like all my "pain" & all that grieving, Was for somethings that were quite decieving, It's time I gave, those things are done, Now it's time to have some fun, A tick here, a tick there, Time to just ask "who cares?", Man I may not have much class, But I'm really done caring if you think I'm an ass, Dude how could I be so dumb, To still be upset over some touching & rum, But anyways I digress, All of this needs to go to rest, The anger, & shyness, & fear uplift, All they do is set me adrift, Run out to hear that clock, All it seems to do is tock, It appears Time has lost its ticking, No more left for what is missing
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