He was feeling low
Felling like a disgusting black crow,
Lazy and slow.

Two days later….

He was feeling high
And felt it was time to stop his act of cry,
The tears stopped so he was flying high in the sky.

He had been knocked mentally down
He felt like a real clown

He then got up
He now was no longer a bunch of crap

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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