IT CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH
IT CAN MAKE YOU CRY ...
IT CAN MAKE YOU LUST...
IT CAN MAKE YOU SIGH.
LIFE KNOWS NO BONDS AS IT GOES ROUND AND ROUND...
THE FIRST DAY YOU'RE HAPPY...
YOU'VE MET SOMEONE NEW...
THE SECOND DAY YOU'RE LAUGHING ...AND SHE'S LAUGHING TOO...
THE THIRD DAY YOU'VE TRIPPED ON SOME UNKNOWN WIRE....
HER LAUGHTER IS STILL AS SHE PUTS OUT THE FIRE...
OH WHERE ARE THE MATCHES? WHERE IS THE WOOD?
"SPEAK TO HER GOD... I'VE BEEN MISUNDERSTOOD!"
BUT HER LAUGHTER IS GONE...THE ASHES ARE COLD...
HIS EYES THAT ONCE SPARKLED... HAVE NOW GROWN SO OLD.
IS THERE NO GOD? IS THERE NO HOPE?
IS THERE NOT SOMEONE ... WHO CAN HELP OUT THIS DOPE?
THE LONE RANGER IS DEAD... AND TONTO...AND SILVER...
SMOKE THE BEAR MIGHT BUT HE CANNOT PLAY WITH MATCHES...
SO WHAT IS HE TO DO? THIS ILL FATED FELLOW?
A CLOWN WITH A BEARD AND A BRAIN FULL OF JELLO?
HE COULD SEND HER A FLOWER... A VERY LARGE ROSE...
A FLOWER SO RED...IT RESEMBLES HIS NOSE.
~Uncle Ron~
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