I didn't begin with friends, nor have I any. There was a time, when, a fool...was I. There were several. I guess, I grew out of them. If you think, you know, what it is to be this...you are mistaken. This, cannot be held in your hand, nor kept in a cup, nor quantified, or encapsulated in a nice neat reduction...to distance yourself from.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: The Jester, The court jester throughout history was a counterweight to the gravity of the king, a reminder to those in authority of the need for humility. google art
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