I haven't put an Opuss,
Up here, for days.
I've been racking my head,
Fishing through haze.
But I can't seem to find 'owt,
And I'm in shit
Because I want to write my thoughts,
Every last bit.
So excuse me while I wallow,
In my own head,
As the best is yet to come.
Before that? Bed.
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