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All the things I say
"All the things I say..."
my lingering part sentence left in notes
the endings to unwritten poems
never to be known
I'm on the hook
yet unanalysed with no results in
forever placed there by myself
left to rot
unless I of course lift the melancholy
and go on a jolly abroad with friends
thereby completely forgetting the whole thing
everyone will laugh at my jokes for 3 days
I'll dance not caring who is watching
drinks pints
that juxtapose nicely
with my otherwise hopefully elegant presentation
and return home
too tired for the Monday that follows
whereby my inner melancholy
will again try to rear up
and I can hopefully offset it with something else
one day
I hope to store the affirmation I get
and ignore the inner critic
and be a poet who writes about bees instead
exclusively bees
possibly a bit of what would a bee think
but definitely not a melancholy bee
are bees melancholy?
nope, they are delighted by their own knees
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Di11y Da11y
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