The clock was ticking
sounding tick tick
Answering a question
searching for a big tick
Short hand of Mr.Clock
pointing straight at 2
Long hand of Dear Mr.Clock
pointing at 22
He was saying
saying something important
But,
I couldn't understand his whispering
Then, I feel that rumbling
rumbling inside
inside me, what was it
I couldn't get whats inside
It
It was that tingly feeling
that I am getting
again and again
Recollecting all,
all I've felt in the life
I came to the answer, that
I was hungry again! ! !
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