Usual things are friendly
So they don't seem a threat.
Unusual things give us a shock
And make us jump and sweat.
Loud bangs in the middle of the night
Cause us to wake-up in a fright!
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AT ODDS WITH THE DAY
Oh fiend! You nestle in my brain,
With thoughts of uselessness and pain;
With scenes of sadness and distress
And every foul unhappiness.
No, not because it's Halloween
And ghosts and ghouls are on the scene,
But because my silly human mind,
Likes to leave pleasant things behind
And concentrate on all things foul;
The curt remark, the telling scowl,
The what has been, the what might be,
The dreadful possibility,
The illness that may yet appear,
The shock, the ugliness the fear.
The items on the morning news,
Men that murder, rape, abuse.
Wars and pestilence and death;
How I'll take my final breath.........
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The morning sun is in the sky
I should feel lively, bright and spry.
By now I think you may have guessed
That I have woken up depressed!
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