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Copyright 2009 Ernest Bloom.

you really shoulda been there, you know;
it was perfect, excepting your absence.
cos i'm the only one, you know, who
consistently cheers you up, and so i
gotta wonder why you cling to a preference
for unnatural sorrow.

you really shoulda been there, you know;
i was unwound and ready to lift you
miles and miles into the stratosphere
where the vision's clear and nightmares
fade out from the sun.

you really shoulda been there, you know,
you really shoulda. well. . . .

next time, which is
anytime you choose.