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May 29
Well, "happy" is not on my mind!

I'd like to shut it off, this stress,
But it's switch I am yet to find.

A sitch that sets me awful vexed-
Turns tan to teal on held-in breath-

While sinking into tar-pit depths-
Shall I smile and say, 'Yeah, I'm fine'?
Truth be told; I'd much rather whine
Friends for Dinner
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Friends for Dinner  Some Strange Nebula
(Some Strange Nebula)   
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