...The last tick of the year....
By: Usman Ali Manj
Let me get you closer and then I'll tell a rhyme
All of us are waiting for the last tick of 'time'
I've got some Gold & Silver, Listen to the Mine
If you do not waste it duly everything is fine
Shorter leg is feeling sleepy crossing by the nine
Larger one but often stand up like a rooted pine
Laziness is for the Buffalo, doesn't suit a lion
Get up Get up Get up Get up out of quarantine
Sow it grow it cut it get it by the book of sign
If you want to gather in the future, some of wine
Let me get you closer and then I'll tell a rhyme
All of us are waiting for the last tick of 'time'
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