Laundry took one sock
And one has a tear
But it’s okay
‘Cuz I have a spare
Laundry took one sock
And one has a tear
But it’s okay
‘Cuz I have a spare
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Father time taps his finger
On the table.
Pizza, pizza pie,
But never a pizza cake.
Pizza, pizza, why?
Snow falls raucously,
Or, so I hear, that it can,
Up atop mountains
Hallelujah
The weekend’s here
Hallelujah
Pizza and beer
How to write a pome:
Wait, I meant to say “poem”
Oh well, leave it in
What is different
From the short rest in your bed
And the longer one?
Can you see me?
I’m afraid
I’ve fallen into your eye.
Does it hurt?
I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to be here.
Do specks of dust apologize?
This one does.
Can you see me?
I’m afraid
I’ve made you cry.
Does it hurt?
I’m sorry
For each and every tear.
Do flecks of dirt agonize?
This one was.
Things that go unseen
Are better felt in the heart
Where they are clearer
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Joy
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Let me have this
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Let me keep this moment
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Forever
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Please
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Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
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