I confess. I see the inside of things, more than the outside. I see the problem, more than the bandage. Every face and every body, I see...is a bandage, seeping puss, in need of real care, and cleaning up. So, I can't be too jolly, with the Christmas holly, ho ho ho...right now. I can see, the world wants to swallow, this wicked pill...and just fall asleep. But, I'm here to 'slap the shit outa yo face' and wake you up! Please?
Smile!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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