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Apr 2015
Why must I
feel like I am blue
this morning when I woke up
I was sure I was green
what has change?
colours you might say
that's not how you feel
on this a green day!
still none the wiser
my body travels on
to a green day
make it so
but
I
am
B L U E.





Sat back watching a film
and all I found
was blue
people like me
they said I might servive
although your blue
I am not blue
I would shout back at them
they never listen to me
listen
I
am
******* green






Just as much as I think you know
this morning woke up





Had no clour at all.






Pupets are painting there toes
who's pulling
the strings
puppets who care carry on
but my mind car'nt
pull one and poke out your eyes out.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Ash Saveman and Paul Hardwick
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