Quarter past my life, I've got nothing to say.
A little blue dress, intended to impress.
Half past the hour, there goes another day.
Suede shoes, directed towards bottles of ooze.
Minutes past sundown, a different game to play.
Mister white rabbit, running out of habit.
Freckle past the hair, what time is it anyway?
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at.
Verdict past the sentence, don't dare to disobey.
You're nothing but a pack of cards!
We're all mad here,
~Chiko[<3]
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