An old man sat on a park bench, smiling.
“How doodeedoo!” he cackled as I approached.
“What’s got you so happy, old man?” I asked.
“I’m dyin’ boy. Gotta get it out of my system,” he sighed, then forced a throaty hoot.
“Why’s that?”
“Cuz I have a notion they frown upon happiness where I’m headin’…”
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Art: Justin Weingartner
Words: Peter Hammarberg
©10/2021
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