Saturday, 3 March 2012

Upside Down

The wind beats down upon my back
The sun is howling through my ears
The snow is warming up my hands
The rain is drying up my tears

In Autumn the world begins to flower
To get nice and dirty I jump in the shower
The poor eat, and live like Kings
Birds sleep, while people sing

Children fight, parents get along
And kids teach adults right from wrong
Feelings of joy, expressed with a frown
Or am I just upside down

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