It Was One of Those Mornings
IT WAS ONE THOSE MORNINGS
It was one of those mornings,
where I was laying down with a FROWN on my face,
feeling like such a waste, because MR. BROWN didn't come AROUND.
And so, I stood SOUND in the MIND; as well stood my GROUND without being BOUND, and hid myself from MR. BROWN, where I could never be FOUND or be HOUND.
And even if he went DOWNTOWN; or UPTOWN there was no way or another this
CLOWN was going to FIND me; plus, BIND me.
For it was one of those mornings I had made up my MIND that it was not going to
be any laying AROUND on my bed, with such mean FROWN on my face at any case.
For in my eyes, MR. BROWN can no longer be CROWN as my best friend.
Because he had let me DOWN. And so, for that reason, it is; also was one of those mornings I wish I had never been AROUND to be let DOWN, by this CLOWN name MR. BROWN.
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