Hard Times
Your eyes are blue
And mind a brew,
You don’t quite know what to do,
But one thing you know is very true,
Your life is a great big stew,
With good things, sad things and bad things mixed too,
And begins just like the morning dew,
A cold, sad and dreary spew,
Covering all over you,
But no longer will you feel blue,
Once you read this not so haiku.
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