Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Bury Basket

I wish I had a basket
For my troubles, that I'd carry
I'd relieve them from my mind
So happy wouldn't tarry
And if troubles are all gone
Then you know I wouldn't worry
I'd have clarity of life
And my eye's would never blurry

But what if it get's full
And really rather heavy
Because I worry quite a lot
And my troubles, there are many
Well I'd drop it in the river
Have my troubles scat and scurry
I'd never ever trouble
And I'd never ever worry

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