Yellow Pansy
Bad Syndrome.
Powerful sneeze
walking home
falling to
your knees
got nowhere
to go
takin' life
extra slow;
light breeze...
dog bone
chew, spit
by yourself
you sit
so afraid
don't know
the way.
Always worried
about yesterday.
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