365 Poems in 365 Days: Not There
In a slightly depressed mood I wrote number 78 about the same party I missed and described in number 77:
Dear Bert and Sarah, where ever there is fun
And people enjoying themselves, I am not there.
So whenever things go well, on balance, I reckon
It's for the best that I stay out of their hair.
Dear Bert and Sarah, where ever there is fun
And people enjoying themselves, I am not there.
So whenever things go well, on balance, I reckon
It's for the best that I stay out of their hair.
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