Tag: poems

Cliff hanger

Pain pain go away, come again another day I’ll take a day when I am old When all my skin begins to mold When my eyes begin to drop And when my heart will start to stop I’ll cushion my own quick demise With happy thoughts and simple lies I

Wandering clown.

I wandered lonely as a clown, “I do believe that you mean cloud” I do believe that you are wrong I know the sheet I’m singing from Clouds can start to dissipate Clowns end up just drinking late So who is more a lonesome soul The clouds above that start

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