ALICE IN MURMURLAND

Things were done the same

Because nobody complained

It was making a living

Everybody’s so sensitive

Tired of walking on eggshells

I’m not talking anymore

Unless, it’s somebody I know and trust

There are fewer of them everyday

How can you tell friends from enemies anymore?

The welcome mat was rolled up and stored

Somewhere further away from reality

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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