Today is the day where the problems are still there but forgotten. I have nothing to say. Just want to sing want to dance and take off my pants to feel the fresh air on my bottom.
Never no more
Never no more.
Forgotten.
Forgotten.
It's rottin to feel non-grautin
cuz grautin is where it is at
for noone yet noone
can vanish from sight
like that of the netherland
fruatin.
Interesting Tales are spun out of woe
And interspun happens and had
always begun
on a Friday NOT Tuesday
of the lot that was blown.
She dreamed of a Friday forgotten
and gone in the hollow of nevermind
yesterday's fear.
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hello, and well said! i laughed and i was confused and enjoyed reading your poem. fresh air on the bottom is nice, no? yes.
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