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Sep 2020
Oh me, Oh My, I must confess,
suffering from great stress excess
I am a Poet in duress!
A mental mess: a mental mess.

How do I ease my cursed stress
in a manner that is harmless?
Truthfully I herewith confess,
I’m in distress, I’m in distress.

I’ve tried Folklore cures that are less
telling, but taken to excess,
they leave me in a greater mess.
Increasing stress, Increasing stress.

Should peace of mind return to bless
my day, would it perhaps, suppress
or redress my extreme duress,
and ease my stress; and ease my stress.

I’ve lost the joys of happiness,
and weep from cursed stress excess,
so need a healing cure I guess.
A cure express.  A cure express.

Should you cure my mental distress,
t‘would be a blessing, I confess,
and I’d be happy to express
my thanks. God Bless.  My thanks. God Bless.

Rhymer. September 16th,  2020.
Realised after I had closed my computer, that what I had posted was not in the true basic Monotetra format, so decided I should rectify matters.  Here's the end result - based on my original thoughts.  A more than subtle difference!  Rhymer.
Denis Barter
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Denis Barter  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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     Imran Islam and Jim Musics
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