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Aug 2015
As the clock moves
It's hands foreword
We begin to realize that our
Time alive is deadline down
By the millisecond
We have to understand
That that the years of
Adulthood are overbearing
And so we need to clench onto
Our mothers *****.
In which we graciosly  need.
Kale
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