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The Doorman's Mistress, The Army, And How They Stole My Clocks Away

What does it matter to them
If I know what time it is?

I tried to hide my clocks
In the closet
But then I remembered
I don't have a closet.
So I tried to hide them in the bathtub
With the giraffes
But that's a joke
And it wasn't ever funny
Because they still found them there.


So now it seems
You won't see me around for a while
Lately I've been late for everything.
Written by laceyspacey
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