Today I sought out a friend
and opened up a merry hand
Our words clashed in happy
my nickname, abs instead of abbey.
The worry and doubt
was nothing but drought
untill we said our sorries
and be not dreary, not so dreary.
Tommorow is another time
And another place,
Yesterday said to be forgotten
The fruit used to be rotten
and now it's only windy chime.
There there, said my soul
To rekendle the magic
that I once took toll
Oh how things went lovely.
Today I sought out a friend
and opened up a merry hand
But sleepy now that I-
should fold my hands and sleep.
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Made by the threads of delight, the bear & the blanket were ever so tight.
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