3453
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends
3453
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends
3454
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
3455
Excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
3456
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
3457
Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
3458
And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
3459
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
3460
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
3468
Maybe we should return to poetry, to get Bicycle Bill back.
3469
Any suggestions?
3470
There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
By the men who moil for gold;
3471
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
3472
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see