Easy to make.
Easy to explain.
Easy to spell,
M.I.S.T.A.K.E.S.
Mistakes.
I wish it was as easier
to neglect.
I wish it was as easier
to correct.
Now, no matter how many
coins I drop in the wishing well.
No matter to how many
Angels before I kneel.
The clock's arms will never
go back to the time I crave.
Afterall, that's a blessing
God never gave.
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