sometimes i walk down the street
sometimes i sit in my room
i tell myself little stories
to try to dispel the gloom
gloom and doom are everywhere
i avoid them as best i can
but it is not always easy
of media i am not a fan
tell yourself a happy story
at least one a day
it will make you feel better
at least i hope it may
here is an example
of what i am talking about
if you like it
you may give it a shout
an old witch went out walking
in the woods one rainy morn
it had been many years
since she had been born
she chanced upon a butterfly
born that very day
hello, she said to the butterfly
what do you have to say?
not much, said the butterfly
i have not been here long
but in my fifteen minutes
i will sing a happy song
next poem
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