The sky is way too blue today,
The sun so proud and gold,
The trees the streams the hills unfold
Their bright brilliant beauty.
But I sit bereft on the shore
In mood of mind decayed and faint,
This decent world all ripe and fine
All ‘round my spirit spent.
Why? Oh why! Because I have coming up
Nine lines in a third rate episodic.
That’s it.
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