WEARILY, WEARILY

Feb 20

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Row, row, row your boat
Slowly down the drain
Wearily, wearily, wearily, wearily
Life is but a pain

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 20, 2012, in Guff, Songs, Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. bipolarmuse | March 4, 2012 at 4:47 PM

    So very true!

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  2. Ben Naga | March 4, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    This is sometimes a helpful viewpoint, but it is best to treat it as a temporary guest rather than a live-in partner. 😛

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