Tuesday, October 11, 2016


It was no night to be outside
Unsympathetic rain pelted
On hard-looking dreams who
Seemed almost everywhere.
Reality and I took refuge in a bar
Which is where sensible sorts go
On days like that. I don't know
Why it's said reality is harsh
Or stern or that she casts cold light;
She has her human side, especially
When she's been drinking.
She stopped in the middle of a joke
About three farmers and a c.p.a.
To tell me It's them damned dreams
That causes all the trouble.

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