Author’s Note: We Remember fondly those multiple gallon Borden milk deliveries. We ate so well.

– Marlow

Re these protests . . . .

All about us are familiar faces
Worn spaces, weary faces
Bright and early for their daily paces
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Tears no longer moisten our coke bottle thick glasses
No expression, no expression
Why hide our heads, just wanna to drown our sorrows
No tomorrows, no tomorrows

Ain’t it kind of funny
Or maybe kind of sad
Dead dreams were the best we ever had
We find this hard to tell em, cause it’s hard to take
When these folks run in circles, it’s a very, very

Mad world
Bad world
Sad world
Mad world

No more waiting for a special day to feel good
No more happy birthdays, happy birthdays
We sit and listen, sit and listen
For them to tell us what’s our lesson

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which we’re dying are the best we’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you ’cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles, it’s a very, very

Mad world
Bad world
Sad world
Mad world

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which we’re dying are the best we’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you ’cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very, very

Mad world
Bad world
Sad world
Mad world

Milk Signaling

(Paddle and Bottle, one handmade, of an antique signaling system of uncertain purpose and value).

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