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January - June 2005 I'm standing on the ceiling,
And I'm crying in the corner,
I'm waiting for an answer,
And I'm steaming in the sauna.
I'm boiling in the saucepan,
And I'm trying to forget,
I'm preaching to the choir,
Looking like my fate is set.
I'm digging up the grave,
And I'm slowly climbing in,
I'm lying down to sleep now,
The future's looking pretty grim.
your timing here is amazing. the flow of the poem is smooth and quick to the point. i see talent, which is rare. more especially in rhythming.
MR