Quick Fix

The front lawn is a mess,

The leaves need to come together,

 

Where is the magic colour,

Shall we mix one with another?

 

Time is passing to fast,

Shall we freeze it in ice for you?

 

This weather is not very nice,

Fly somewhere far from our view,

 

How do I mend these scars?

Your nearest surgeon should be able to fix it,

 

How do I mend this broken heart,

Well, there is no fixed time......

 

I guess until you know how,

you will just have to deal with it

 

 

The End

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