Free the Hand
Why so low,
why so down,
face of,
a crying clown.
Tip top,
don't drop.
Chin up,
for reasons that you don't know,
the sky filled with snow.
Writers block,
songs sound a note,
freedom is near,
no need to fear,
just the fallen snow,
long ago.
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