Countdown
Seven minutes to countdown
I can see as I squint my eye
The clock whose alarm starts the day
Will sound its’ formidable cry
Four minutes to countdown
Now the panic sets in
If I could rewind just one hour,
I’d sell my next of kin
One minute to countdown
Now only seconds to go
Reality is threatening
That dreaded time I know
There it goes, the time has come
Says that piercing whine
I grumble and stumble out of bed
But I know I’ll be just fine
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