There’s a one o’clock tomorrow.
And a Saturday next week.
The year after this has twelve more months.
And the shit’s gonna be as deep.
Tide goes out.
Tide comes in.
Who knows where the tide has been?
Ride the tide.
Do not hide
From the tide because
There is one.
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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