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Melancholia

There’s nothing funny about you.

You’re uninvited, who the heck is blue?

I find joy in scribbling, God knows it’s true!

I find joy in rhymes and poems, so shoo you!

I find joy in painting—I love that one too.

I find joy in drawing and coloring flowers—I really do!

So take my Holo card and go around the island.

I can’t stand your presence; I just can’t.

Who can anyway, who?

Shoo!

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