Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Joy to the World

We fought urges
To compose new dirges
Such a short step from morose
To outright comatose
We knew to smile and laugh
Whether creative or making a gaffe
Not a time for tears
Or an expression of fears
It was our fervent desire
To rise above the mire
Dance celebrate and revel
And chase our cares to the devil

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