Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Smile smile smile,
I left, now it's your turn too!
I'm dancing with stray cats and rats,
It's raining sunshine and I can't stop jumping,
Let's hug, cuddle, kiss, talk,
Let's do whatever we want!
Broken mirror? You see yourself at different angles,
Big nose, small nose, stretched eyes,
5, 10, 15 fingers, no beard and yes beard,
My mom thinks I look like a priest,
That's not the kindest thing I have heard,
O but my heart, when was this much happiness good for anyone?
It's overwhelming, I don't hate my job!
Tap dancing on walls and jumping off the ceiling,
Every CCTV camera I see I'm smiling,
Do you know what that means?
Can you hear what I hear?
10 months is over now my time has come,
I hope I get a smile back from the sun!
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2026 17:15
- Category: Fantasy
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