Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Depression

Depression is what,
asks squirrel to naught,
Why I never get,
it so well spread?
The old monkey says,
You, who live today,
not worrying of future days,
is happy always.
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  1. appy25 January 2011 at 23:03

    helloooo!....since when has it become our squirrel......MY sqrirrel-poly.....anyway...carry on with penning down ur thots....nice reflections

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