I could write of cheer, happiness and joy,
About a victorious game, or a brand new toy,
But to do so would be to lie.
I could write of the depths of misery,
Once again venture to that deep, grey sea,
But to do so would be to lie.
Today
Was just a day
And for once, that's not so bad.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 5:56 PM UTC
I could write of cheer, happiness and joy,
About a victorious game, or a brand new toy,
But to do so would be to lie.
I could write of the depths of misery,
Once again venture to that deep, grey sea,
But to do so would be to lie.
Today
Was just a day
And for once, that's not so bad.
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