the happy happy poem
slow trickle of tears down the side of a beer
no pain in their clear slide
once in awhile the gods get to dancing
love fills you with everything
you longed for
in the lonely nights
the trite and treacly
becomes fine and dandy
sometimes
when the mood is just right...
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
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