The clock was ticking
I hear tick! tick!
searching for a big tick
short hand
pointing straight at 2
long hand
pointing at 22
What is he saying?
I bet it is something
But, here I stand not understanding
Then, I feel that rumbling
a rumbling inside
it was just the beginning
a feeling I could'nt put aside
It was that tingly feeling
that I keep getting
again and again
What do I do! I'm thinking
Felt this before I have, I'm certain
Here I was, realising
I was hungry again! ! !
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