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No Pretty Poems In My Head
I'd like to write a pretty poem
about butterflies
and clear blue skies
meadows and streams
rainbows and sunbeams
but when I stopped to smell a flower
the smog attacked my senses with all its power
I'd like to write a pretty poem
about lovers walking hand in hand
strolling on beaches with soft white sand
I'd like to write something upbeat
but there's just been a robbery up the street
I'd like to write a pretty poem
about enchanted forest
castles and kings
but every time I try the telephone rings
For inspiration I walked barefoot in the grass
but wouldn't you know it
I stepped on glass
I listened for the birds
but heard traffic instead
I've just gotta get this clutter out of my head
I'd like to write a pretty poem
about autumn, winter and spring
but I just can't think of a single thing
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