which
makes me
depressed.
i'm sad
and blue. down in the dumps.
but why,
i ask him,
you have skills
a college degree, you're
young and healthy.
what is it that's making
you this way.
well, he says, it rains
every night and day here,
the sky is grey,
there's trash on the streets,
crime is out the roof,
there's no work,
no joy,
there's no way out
of this predicament
unless i move.
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