16,282. I'VE GOT APTITUDE LATELY FOR NOTHING AT ALL

I'VE GOT APTITUDE LATELY 

FOR NOTHING AT ALL

Just talking to that lady at the hospital counter

made me weary. She seemed blue, and on some 

other wavelength of happiness. The sort of stuff 

I just cannot stand. The blue can be taken care of,

but the happiness just has to go. Obviously she

just needs more oxygen, or has bad make-up on.

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Behind her is the coffee and lunch cafe. She smiles

and lets everyone in  -  the hospital waiting rooms,

where you need to go. She's cheery, and always so,

and can point you in the direction you're seeking.

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Everything's legion; nothing's alone. These days

everyone does everything together  -  the Welcome

Lake Chicken Takeaway Barbecue, or Romero's

Frie-Fest down in Newfoundland. Everyone's

together and happy as one. You walk into Crester's

Convenience Store, and two truck-drivers with their

rigs running out front are jawing as if they all the

happy time in the world. Route 184? Everything

points to Scranton, to it, or fro.