INCURABLE
Yonder on the dew drenched morn
I with despair stop to mourn
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No smoking in my house
No smoking in my house
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Wading through the roughage
kicking all! ! out of the way...
finding a stone
A damaged toe?
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I sit on this dark room
Made gloomy by clouds
Waiting for the Sun to come out again.....
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A -All forms of vendetta
N -No stones left unturned
G -Gives infinite pressure...
E -Easy said than done! !
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Do not weep at my sick bed side
For beyond the immediate pain
I still fly;
Fly out into the vast sky
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Sandwiched between my inner thoughts
And the hard core of pressing reality...
Like as if a ghost has walked over my grave
And my bones are jittery
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Baking the world
With golden warmth
Fermenting the breadwinners
The rising Sun
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A robust down pour
The passing cloud
Fluffed up darkening
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The flower wishes too....
Colourful and gay
It did have a say
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