The blues these days.
The new year blues.
My heaRt is coloured blue.
Where is this going anyways,
and what am I to do?

And why does time so quickly fade?
The hands of time will turn.
For nothing more than dust we are,
to dust we will return.

And yes for better times I pray.
I pray to ease the pain.
Perhaps there'll be a brighter day.
Perhaps it's all in vain.

Samsara, bad luck, evil eye.
not easy to determine.
Who's love will help you to get by,
and shield you from the vermin.

Our fates are often undeserved.
If you don't swim you'll drown.
On waves we're bobbing Up and down.
You Get whaT you are served.

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Potato poll.

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can be turned
This lovely
into fries.
potato

Bump! Thank you for the good poem.

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Bump for the blues

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Thanks Blues Brother! :)

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