Yes, 45 years ago today, the fabric of space and time pulled back to reveal this fragile and yet strangely troubled soul.
It was a day of wonder and tears.
Cigarettes were burned. Laughter echoed down the hallway. A mother's heart slid into gear.
The angel's sighed, and one of them farted, but no one knew which one it was so they pretended not to hear.
It was a day of love so great it hurt to breathe.
Glad to be here, my friends.
Hope to be here a bit longer before I join the flatulent angels.
Wubba,
Keith
3 comments:
congrats! glad you made it this far.
Happy Birthday Keith!
I've only just recently found your site but after reading your uh... POEM, I think this to be a place just strange enough for me to hang out. :) Happy Birthday!
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