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Monday, October 13, 2025

lonely


by horace p sternwall



people are lonely
so they say
they got together
back in the day

at circuses
and county fairs
and churches
where they said their prayers

they had their ways
and they had their isness
and everybody
knew everybody’s business

everybody
was everybody’s brother
maybe they got a bit
tired of each other

then some genius
invented a new invention
that changed the world
and upset all convention

you knew what is is
you hold one in your hand
you are alone now
ain’t life grand?



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