january first
two thousand eleven
you looked to the stars
and cursed at the heavens
you said that the world was unkind
unlike you were told
you wanted a refund
paid upfront in gold
but the heavens replied
with dark clouds in the sky
and as rain fell on your face
you slowly began to cry
so i took you inside
and i gave you a beer
i said "take it easy,
don't cry another tear!
you're much too beautiful for that
and i know this as fact!
so dry off your face,
let's forget about this place!
and i'll surround you with love!"
but you stop me and say
"that just isn't enough."
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