Green

On the long and dewy green green grass,

I wandered with bare feet,

It tickled touched and tingled so,

It really was a treat.

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Frustrate

At times I feel frustrated,

Sometimes even mad,

It doesn’t make me evil,

Nor mean that I am bad,

It’s often just the little things,

That suddenly arise,

Like an ill planned party,

Where you don’t like a surprise.