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maple walnut

time,        
running        
like it's going downhill        
like the freaking        
hour glass has shattered        
sand pouring out        
tic-toc...tic-toc        
double time        
hip-hop    
hip-hop    
sliding round    
on the dance floor,        
ice cream        
hot town,
summer in the city    
drip drip drop        
no way to stop it        
lickety split        
jambalaya        
tuck and roll...        
What else can I say?
Written by Hashman
Published | Edited 16th May 2024
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