Five Little Sillies

Can you be happy in your distress
Or will you just suffer and be a mess?
 
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Bitterness! Now, there’s a thought,
Something that I think I ought
Never, ever to embrace—
Let me look into your face.
 
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It’s better, I think, to shift your eyes
Away from the things that spell your demise
And focus instead on the good and true.
Well, that’s what I think. Now, how about you?
 
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Walking through the fog alone,
Gnawing on a raven’s bone
Makes me want to shout, not sing:
Wish I had the raven’s wing!
 
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I’m emboldened to do deeds
That will take me far from Leeds;
Never mind my indigence,
I will make my way to France.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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