This guy picked up life.
Carried it place to place.
Whenever he could he smacked his lips and
Took him a little taste.
Hola that taste was grace!
He hoisted that flag seven damn daze
Every way from Sunday.
Every day was won day to
Hector the collector.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
barryhappywilliams@gmail.com