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Ta Dida Da of a Time Long Past
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How I wish it was still so
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Why'd you ever have to go?
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I don't really care anymore
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The world's bigger than we think
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Those are now the years of yester-lore
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Met you at the roller rink
That world's over
This one begins
All without you.
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Thank goodness!
You cannot imagine anything as saddening as seeing a bird crying.
I liked the rhyme, it fits the nonsense of my poem :)
Oh dear, look what I've started. I can't bear to make anyone cry, much less a silent raven. Consider it posted as soon as possible.
Hmmm, I believe that you articulated it far better than I did, particularly because of the horrible rhyme which I included.
I do not request, I demand that you post the poem, Stargirl. If you do not, I will proceed to weep large, black, raven tears which slide along my feathery features to perch upon the tip of my beak.
As I once wrote in a poem that I do not think I posted on here,
"Words chase each other around my head, blabbering, incoherent;
the half-formed heads of fairytale stories, never finished, never ending...
Occasionally, gravity reverses itself, they float up, towards the sunny-blue sky that is the top of my brunette head.
Together, the words solidify, and form stories"
And there you have it, not unlike what you have said.
Ta dida da.
Ta dida da.
Your mind is a basin of stories and thoughts, and you know how to shape them (as the potter builds his pots).
Ta dida da.
I know it's not really any good, I just wanted to share it and the story behind it.