she tells me, trying
to cheer me up.
but i don't have a horse,
i tell say.
you know what i mean.
pick yourself up by your
boot straps.
what boots?
it's like riding a bike.
answer the bell,
it's not the end.
it's not over until it's over.
the sun will come up again.
you're making it worse,
i tell her. please stop.
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