Happy Times At The Hurtin’ Parade

No pain killers.

No Phyllis Dillers.

No wish you wellers.

Only urban dwellers.

Who felt like hellers.

They had their druthers.

Sisters and brothers.

None as others.

Sad in the darkness.

They didn’t hark this.

Storm that heads their way.

They live for just today.

A flash then gone away.

No matter what they say.

It’s a hurting damn parade.

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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