There's
There's good,
There's bad
There's with,
There's once had
There's love,
There's hate,
There's early,
There's late
There's those without a clue,
There's those who know,
Where to go.
There's those
Who just can't grow
There's fluffy snow,
There's tough old slate
There's those who have
There' those who aint
There's stars,
There are moons,
There are Decembers,
There's Junes,
There's the living,
There's the dead,
There's those thoughts,
Inside my head...
Am I sane?
Or am I not?
I guess it matters
Not alot.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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