Poem -

Holiday Eve

Holiday Eve

Always a long day
Tying up loose ends
The case waits to be closed
Time passes so slow
-It certainly isn't our friend .

Frequent glances at clocks
You can wish away the hours
But you cannot hurry them
That's not within your powers.

You can attempt murder
and try to kill time .
Tomorrow , Will be in another country.
Far from the scene of the crime .


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