the news is bad
7.6 percent unemployment
rate and more shall
suffer the coming days
of the month
you are afraid
things gonna be worse
and some have to give up
the united states
and go home to their
hometowns until
such time that the Obama
team recover
i choose my mood
and will not be
saddened anymore
by more sad news
depressing
moments
cannot overwhelm me
these days
and so i do not
cater to statistics
anymore what i send
instead is my favorite
kind of music
mozart, tsaicovsky
debussy, whitney,
celine, gary and
cynthia
the night is dark
and i am in the mood
for listening to music
watching the stars
and the moon
and just be silent
to the marrow of my
bone
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