i can write a poem every day
so can you
your brain does not have to be active
your heart does not have to be true
one word at a time
like a step upon a stair
a rabbit runs through the bushes
a bird flies through the eair
words follow each other
like sands upon a beach
the last word is forever
always just out of reach
mary had a little lamb
johnny filled out a form
the world would be a better place
if you know who had never been born
people are nasty
things will be better tomorrow
they should learn to be nice
after another rol of the dice
see how easy
see how easy it is
it will all be revealed on tuesday
because that is show biz
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