Saturday, March 10, 2018

How 'bout Next Year

Oh, I know how to find the sad parts and yet nobody loves the laughter like I do. I'm telling you, they go hand-in-hand. The finest comics frequently pack too much compassion, a surplus of empathy.

I've diagnosed myself try-polar. You hold up an emotion, I'll try it. What other disorders you got?

Don't misunderstand. I'm no comic. I can't remember jokes. Then again, I can't carry a tune in a bucket and I can't always be concerned with a rhyme.

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