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Oct 2011
The room is dark, but no one cares.
They just sit there, waiting, in their chairs.
No one talks or laughs at all,
Most of us just want to bawl.
Then someone tall walks in the room,
We all look up to see the doom.
It doesn't come, it's such a shock,
I guess it's time to spin the clock.
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