The Happy Arse’nist

Light that smile.

Start that hug.

Splash around love and

Don’t think of

The cost of it or if

It will spread.

Stir your embers ‘fore

Your fire goes dead.

Then in your head let

It be said that

Love’s no bed

Of roses.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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