By Avinaba Sarkar
There’s a man at my door There’s a man who knocks; That man from outdoor Brings time in a box.
There’s a box that knocks A box of time;
So full of clocks That can all be mine.
There’s a clock that ticks, Speaks into my head. It says: There’s a man at your door And you’re getting late.
By Avinaba Sarkar
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