Count To A Million Thread!

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