Mr. Clock

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Mr. Clock, why are you so mean?

Every time I'm havin fun time flees,

Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave.

Mr. Clock, your hands are evil,

They control me in every way.

I am forced to move according to what they say.

Could you please be kind just once?

Just enough so I can embrace a moment or touch.

Could my days get a little longer?

Could my nights be a little stronger?

Have mercy on me Mr. Clock!

You hang on the wall and steal my shot,

My shot of ever in a moment being lost.

Mr. Clock, I know it's your job...

But could you just please stop.

 
 

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