Salad days and and acid drops.
Pears and poverty.

I can't believe I got up at ten.
Must be so very bored.
Alarm clock ignored.
And still I snored.
Cloud nine; however is far out of sight.
Heaven maybe if it should exist.
Probably lost in the distance in a very thick mist.

I ***** and I stagger, all falls in place.
My star sign's predicting a long fall from grace.
I don't think I believe the starlight's deception.
I'm standing stage left awaiting reception.
Oh how in how, the holy cow, can the stars guide my perception.
As an ocean sailor with a sextant may the stars guide my direction.
Good job I don't believe my horoscope, It's filled with negativity.
By ladylivvi1

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