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Saturday, May 1, 2010


Excessive complaining tortures my ears
There are those who must spill
Their discontent from vinegary lips

I can not state the sky is blue today
That I don’t hear a negative dissertation
On the gray spoiling their blue sky

They are sad little Eeyores with rain clouds
Perched above their heads
Not seeing a positive for all the negative

Dining with negatarians as I have named them
Ruins my digestion when having to eat
While listening to a list of endless woes

I am sounding like those I can not take
My grumbles as acid as theirs
Perhaps I should find new friends


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