"A new day
is on the
horizon!"
the talk queen said
And I
was more eager to see it
than most
having endured
a staid
succession of
old days
only a few
good
But nostalgia
is a weak salve
and
Disappointment
a powerful
depressant
resistant
to even the brightest
words
in repeated
doses
So
with desperation
self-evident
I asked
cried
pleaded
What shall I
do?
Where shall I
go?
Who shall I turn
to?
And the only
answer
that came
was
more rain
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