If I was a broken clock.

Would you throw screwdrivers and bolts into my



And for everyday I thought it could go away

Would you cast a thousand hugs across my arms

And spill words from your mouth into my brain


Until it all turns to rainbows

You thought would come after the rain


Would you gather all the raindrops and fill up that bucket everyday

So each friday you could say

Look it’s gotten better



One week it’ll be empty and tossed away to the back of my toolshed

For the next week of rain

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