Happiness Hit Her...

 like a train on a track

 coming towards her, stuck still no turning back

 she hid around corners and she hid under beds

she killed it with kisses and from it she fled

 with every bubble she sank with a drink

and washed it away down the kitchen sink

 the dog days are over

 the dog days are done

the horses are coming so you better run

 run fast for your mother run fast for your father

run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

leave all your love and your loving behind you
can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

I feel old, blog.