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TEENAGE BLUES
TEENAGE BLUES
Put me in a freak show
Let that be an end to it!
Alongside the bearded lady
I think I'd be a hit.
I don't think I'll go out tonight
I'll stay at home and mope.
I am damned by this pimple.
I haven't any hope.
Everyone else is pretty,
From the head down to the toes.
Life just isn't worth living
When there's a pimple on your nose.
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A ROOM FULL OF CANDLES
My study is a room full of candles,
Candles that keep on burning.
(In truth it's a little spare bedroom
To which I keep returning.)
I climb up the stairs to my study
Where the candles are always waiting,
Standing stiffly to attention,
Eagerly anticipating.
Some are burned down to the wick,
Ideas that are long out-dated.
Some remain unlit
And, oh, how long they've waited!
Some are burning brightly
They are nourishing my soul;
I watch for the tiny flicker
As a flame relinquishes its role.
Some are ancient candles;
I scarcely recognise the flame;
Others are candles that will never be lit;
My indolence is to blame.
I have warmed my heart at these candles,
Which are lit by the urge to write;
Their flames have sputtered and flickered
Well into the night.
To others it's our spare bedroom,
A dull little room for sure,
But for me it's a room full of candles,
And I couldn't love it more.
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