Ever So Often

Sometimes I can’t write.

Sometimes I can’t stop.

Sometimes it’s a delight.

Other times it’s not.

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Sometimes I’m a home-town boy.

Sometimes I’m happy with my lot.

Some times are easy to enjoy.

Other times are not.

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Sometimes some times are my plights.

Sometimes some times some crimes caught.

Sometimes something’s worth the fights.

Other times some thing’s not.

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Sometimes we remember just what we recall.

Sometimes we remember just what we have thought.

Sometimes what’s remembered’s small.

Other times what’s remembered’s not.

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Sometimes you’s wrong, it’s us.

Sometimes you’s what was sought.

Sometimes us is what it was.

Other times us is not.

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Sometimes words are free and true.

Sometimes words are wrong and bought.

Sometimes life is we and you.

Sometimes life is naught.

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I it is.

I’m are sometimes some things.

We what is you is us words’ life.

Ever so often as is usual.