I Feel Real Dumb, You Bet, I Bet. - Poem by Michael Gale
Won day i sat down to right a poem...
Nothing came to me which left me to feel sad and alone.
A cloud of dispaire and regret alit to my head and shoulders...
This did very little to enpower me to be great and happily the bolders.
This poor old sad filled lass.
No more hope...
To give nothing to others a mood of nope.
When will this unspirited vacume of nothingness leave me of it's hold? ...
When will i mentally prosper and be well known of my frame of greatness enfold to an arouseness of being smart and talented as well as being told that i am really smart as bold?
No ideas, as of yet...
I feel real dumb, you bet i bet.
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