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Tuesday, November 10, 2020

poem 9


by dog e relaford

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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


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