Dementia


The stars are falling
The wrong way up,
Tumbling, turned around.
Faster! they flee
Till their tails wink out,
Running out of steam.
Everything's turvy, cause topsy's stopped.
Won't get her started again.
Can't turn the stars back right, says she,
Not ever will they descend.
So let turvy sleep, and topsy reign,
And no longer will she have to feign,
Her smile, her frown, world downside up.
no longer will she have her pain...

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