Rearrange
the room for others in the morning and take only what’s yours
A Busy Lizzy
on the young window silly once
There are
always excuses for bad marks
But are we
celebrating the good ones enough?
Hibernate
down at the highway with inner city friends
Fight the
fight of uncertainty and enjoy the fine things
The truly
joyous fruits of this Garden of Delights
Sure, the
world may be getting increasingly insane
But that’s
what ellipses are for, apparently
Be blessed
in the way, the pathless path seen clearly, and treasure
Especially
Sad moments
of realising no one’s shoulder is available
To cry on
currently.
Then comes
chocolate, and learning
To have more
faith in your own species.
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