Mixed up

July 8, 2016

The clock strikes twelve
And all is done
Not a mouse to scuttle
No one will run

The darkness grows
As it is late
Start to worry
About what is fate

Long time wishing
That things can change
That fate will fix it
Rearrange

But in the end
Life is fixed
You never win
When you’re in the mix

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