Here in the solitude 0f my lonely home
Here I sit all alone
Without anyone to share a bone
Not even anyone to share an icecream cone
It will be a happy day when someone rings my doorbell
SWo that we have stories for each to tell
Then, when we part
Thank them with all your heart
Invite them to come again
So the lonliness will not turn to pain
May 6,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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