Even though I have all the clocks in the world And their tiny hands have often twirled Past half past ten and half past two I can never seem to make do
I can never juggle that line To make it there before the time Has run out so far and cold The seconds have died haven't you been told?
2 comments:
Great works here :) Love your sense of color.
Cheers!
thank you :D Glad you liked!
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