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BOREDOM
Sitting all alone one day
Wondering what to do
Picked up a pen and found myself
In the land of Kharmantou
The Kharmantou are little folk
Seldom seen or heard
They live in the nibs of fountain pens
Or ink that's not been stirred.
Occasionally you can meet them
If your mind's in tune
Or in some rare instances
When the sun kisses the purple moon.
Their psychedelic land's a pleasure
A sight to make you smile
Where grass is blue and sky is green
Which changes every mile.
The people dance and play all day
With feasts and show of skills
Like who can blot the page the most
Or make art from ink spills
So when you're bored or feeling low
Take a plain page and stare
Take yourself to Kharmantou
With its colours so bright and rare.
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