sometimes you have the feeling of naught,

unsure of the reason or season for ought.

but then comes a summer when sometimes

we know…

and sometimes we feel and sometimes

we grow…

and sometimes

for some reason

per-haps we don’t,

but don’t give up for feeling that

never we won’t.

i love and give and even in funk,

i try to buck up–

not feel like junk.

so hats on

and bats on

and buck up, my girl,

no evil inside exists in that curl.

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