Category : Poems

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count your blessings . .
is what they say
but I tallied em up, yesterday
First was, heat from my fire 
And more I so desire 
Third, was the crickits song..
And four, the day was long
Fifth wasn't a bender
Any more I can't remember

Today my blessing count is bare
With only whow to share
No heat from my flame
And with night came rain
From the drunken violence
Crickets have been silenced
It's well past 8 
And for breakfast I'll wait

So early to bed it's gonna be
Maybe tomorrow I'll have 23🥰