Monday Morning Blues
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I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME
AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.

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Click HERE to visit my online book shop,
where you can purchase my eBooks
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I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME
AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.
Joy is there in every mind
Joy is everywhere you find
Joy is there in every stage
Happiness, fury, kindness & rage
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Without Joy the world is colorless
Without Joy the mind is dream less
When Joy comes in the world, it shines
With rainbow-tinted colors of light.
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You can feel Joy by sharing
You can feel Joy by giving
You can feel Joy by thinking wise
And doing things that are always nice.
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So why don’t we make Joy grow
By sharing, giving & loving
So why should we not make every face
Lightened with Joy glowing.
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear is when you lose your loved ones,
Fear is a feeling of danger,
Fear is when you aren’t brave,
Fear is the feeling of anger,
Fear is when you can’t behave,
Fear is when your shy,
Fear is like not having devotion,
Fear is when you’re afraid of saying bye,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear is like ending you’re career,
Fear is like being lonely,
Fear is like not being able to reappear,
Fear is like feeling ghostly,
Fear is like an ashtray,
Fear is like a dark dungeon.
There was an old man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in a fright
In the middle of the night
And found it was perfectly true.
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I am sorry for the way things are in China
is another one of my favorite John Denver songs.
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John Denver wrote SO MANY wonderful songs.
When I am out driving my car,
I love my car; it’s a fine old car,
I watch the road ahead,
The road ahead, for potholes ahead,
Irish roads are a disgrace,
It’s a pothole place – a dangerous place!
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While out walking the street,
On my two feet, my own two feet,
I fell into a pothole big,
Very big – extremely big,
It broke my face, my poor old face,
It’s a shocking disgrace!
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I wrote to the Council,
And told them this, that I hurt myself,
In a pothole big – extremely big,
They said me, poor old me,
They would sell me the stuff,
The pothole stuff,
So I could fill them in,
The potholes in,
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It’s a funny old world, isn’t it?
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