His hands were frozen.
Hard like week old buns.
Hands hollow
like the buns were.
Just a shadow of what was there.
His fists got him exactly no where.
Nowhere & they didn’t care!
Nowhere & loving it there…
What a pair!
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Barry Williams
http://barry-williams.com/blog
Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.
The rest will be, uh, less understandable...
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