I love this little thing, Black white and blue
I love the colours, I see them as symbols
Blue for the sky on sunny days
In so many bright and sunny ways
The good things, sunny smiles, bright sunny people.
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The white is for fluffy fair weather clouds
Those small everyday doubts blowing away
I don’t have a lot and they worry me not.
… summer breezes on summer days.
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And the black is for the bad times
The darkness of my nights when the black dog bites
When everything is dark
But I pat his head … hear him bark, take him to the local park
And I become my self again.
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And together they symbolise me I suppose
A lot of love, a little doubt,
Mixed in with ‘What is this all the hell about?’
They are my life
The ‘me’ The only me.
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