The Bell of Time: Growth
The bell of time is ticking
Tip tap the feet claps.
Fluffy hands aiding the stress,
One end to the other.
A white gold beside another
Pairing behind the flashy smiles
Softly craving for a season bite,
Mother's milk will make it right.
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