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Only Four Out Of All Of Them
The count is true,
Odd numbers too.
The hands of clocks stamped my eyes,
Tick tocks that echoed each numbers demise.
Dreams that scream,
And long cones of ice cream.
Time is always in four digits
And my digital watches are midgets.
Quit? Hell no!
I’m committed and you know.
Failure is over aged for keeps,
A yawning sun that never sleeps.
Four at last,
Trimmed with a blast,
Four friends will find my lifting,
A million will only do nothing.
LARDO
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