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Aug 2014
Like a baseball bat
in a room full of clocks
Just swing, Jack, swing
no longer give any *****
Turn them all back,
and then stop them completely
At a time when my fangs
were not yet wisdom teeth
My grip,
I'm losing it
Like a montegues
on a capulet
My vices,
mobbed with pitchforks
Is it being lonely
or in good company that's worse?
"I don’t like time,
time is making me old
but I’m doing alright
cause I will still be young tomorrow
and I can’t stand working all day
work is wearing out my soul
I think I’ll go out tonight
and I will call in sick tomorrow
I get so down about this world sometimes
I cannot understand people, no not at all
but, I hope to see a change in man
I hope to see us love one another
and I know we can "
-'Time' by The Mowgli's
Alexander Albrecht
Written by
Alexander Albrecht  29/M/Minneapolis
(29/M/Minneapolis)   
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