Whenever people are'deeply' disturbed, I have noted, they turn from the scene, and sing...in a high falsetto, "I don't hearrr you! I don't seeee you!! I don't liveeee hereee!!! I don't knowww you!!!!", as if you are, suddenly...queer! They bang all the pots in the kitchen, as loud as they can...
It isn't a time of reason. I wouldn't bet on a thing!
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
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