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Dec 2015
When I'm sad
I feel crumpled.
I'll play some lonely chords
on my uke.
Next I'll get shivers
and tingle
all over.
Next I'll feel cold
especially in my arms
and in my chest.
Finally
I'll fall asleep
with a relieved heart.
Erik Jon Jensen
Written by
Erik Jon Jensen  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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