Fighting the blues

​The blues came by to spy out homes

 For cold and dark to make some groans

 They are nasty spikey crawly things

 Hah they dont even have proper wings 

But I know how to make them run

Tis me that’s was going to have some fun

 I find a smile and let it out 

Hah they are already wobbling about

 I open up my happiness box 

Where I found some goodies but  left the sox

 I find a memory of fun

 Savour the feeling, see them run 

I count some good things in my life 

Push away the feelings of angst and strife

 My feel good hormones broke the dam

From now on I am the main man

Those blues are becoming extremely tan

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