life, don't end it!
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
The beauty of art,
is too often miscontrued.
Can you feel air,
gently passing you by?
Then you're one step ahead,
in the game of life.
Art, yes,
the art of life.
totally forsaken,
when it should be prized.
Don't take your life,
because of a periodic down.
Wait for the up,
and turn that frown right-side up, now.
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