If I were a lettuce I'd be wilted If I were speech I'd be stilted If I were a spud I'd be mashed If I were a hope I'd be dashed
I think you now get the picture Though there's no frame there's no oil there's no paint if turps were applied to my surface the marks left behind would be faint the person that bubbled through pores in the skin is nowhere to be found to be seen the sparkle has sparked the fire has been doused and the motor's burnt out on the green .................
Have you guessed that I'm feeling downhearted? that sadness has found home in my heart? that I'm gloomy and glum absolutely no fun sucking grey out of clouds to hold near ? unable to smile to run skip or jump and the reason ? ... well that isnt clear !
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Excellent katiebelle7!
LB