Blue poem

Sadness is what sadness gives,

It takes no dibs.

Sadness is what sadness gives,

and you might chance a kiss.

Nothing’s free  and nothing’s fair

they say that everywhere.

Nothing’s free and nothing’s fair

and yet some choose to dare.

Everything’s not built to last,

not everything built will come to pass.

Wobbly foundations, crappy materials,

too much paint over, too much lice under.

Not everything is built to last,

most things will come to pass.

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