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`Yeah, Tell Me About It
Plain dumb fool luck
Is what happens
Most of the time
whenever good things
happen to occur
Just an unusual alignment
In the usual cosmic state
A release in the confinement
From my ordinary state, of late
Hungover, tongue coated in fur
Tell me about
the good things that happen
to good men
who do good things
And to which you refer
Tell me again
My all knowing friend
As I know you will
again and again
until the end of my days
God grant me the wisdom
One day...To learn not to say
Without thinking one whit
That unthinkable phrase
...Yeah, tell me about It...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting write, David......10++++