.sdrawkcab
These days I seem all mixed up
My ducks aren’t in a row.
Like peanut butter without jelly.
Like summer paired with snow.
In my world up is down.
Left and right are all the same.
Math is art, Art is science,
and I don’t know who to blame.
In this place, it seems so strange,
the sky is green, the grass is blue.
Everything is backwards.
I just don’t know what to do.
A very happy unbirthday to me.
I turned minus 1 from twenty-three.
Childhood is about to unstart.
Look out world, here I be.
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