Well! Good extremely late evening to everyone! A quick tip of the kippah and yep, it's Friday! Hip-hip hooray! We've made it to the end of this third week of November. Our good friend, that sweet capper has been waiting patiently all day to take us into a restful weekend! And now, yes you guessed it! It's spanking brand-new poem-time! And remember dear readers, please tell someone you love them and always, always, always enjoy!!! Death Train
Knock twice for hope upon the coffin lid
There's no dry eyes in this room
For a little boy
Who went dancing, dancing
Late one night with the train
Thought he could beat it out like they do so much on TV
And the child did he see
His own finality
For that is part of reality
I cannot overcome this madness
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