10,076. THE HAPPYLAND EATING CLUB

THE HAPPYLAND 

EATING CLUB

If you confiscate my hi-hat, I'll

have to take your platter  - these

drum guys can't just last forever.

Here's the jazzy music you desire,

now shut up, sit down, and listen. I

used to know them all by name  -

the songs, the players, all the

numbers. Now, nothing.

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And I have shoveled your dirt 

and absorbed your conclusions; 

osmosis-by-the-sea is my resort. 

Now, nothing. For if I have to hear

this line of thought again I'll simply 

go. The line-marshal guy says he 

is coming back to check on things

again, so be alert.

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There are crystal floaters in the sky;

each one an angel with a message.

Or at least there used to be.

Now, nothing.