Valsa George Sad Poems

Painful memories follow me close to my heels
Mewing, mewing like homeless kitten
When I try to drive them away
They nuzzle at my feet
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The zealous poet lay awake all night
When fancy tickled, he sat up to write
Scripted verse after verse
On topics diverse
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Stung by a bee, he fell down from a tree
Badly broke his hands and knee
Soon chased by a dog,
Fell tripping on a log
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In a village, lived a sworn miser
Earning more and more was his sole desire
Ate nothing, to save money
Soon he became so scrawny
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