When I am at the end of my day
I shall not rage nor shall I whimperBut I should like to have a party
and serve too much of everything
And speak of simple things and hard things
and all that lies between in shadows
and laugh until we weep.
One thing I ask and one thing only
When I lie and tell you
I am not afraid
Smile, Dear Friend, and say, "Not you."
Not you.
--Gayle Carline, 2021
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