Poems from the sky

Nothing to do nothing to say Nothing to wear no place to play Nothing to eat nothing to drink Nothing to see no time to think Nothing to buy nothing to sell Nothing to save no tales to tell Nothing to hear nothing to feel Nothing to love

Nothing

nothing’s the deal nothing to look at nothing to find nothing and noone who we leave behind nothing no nothing all gone AWOL nothing to see here no, nothing at all!

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