Whispers & Screams
And Other Things


I talk to him when I'm lonesome like
And I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively
And gently licks my hands
Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes
But I never say nowt about that
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes
But never a friend like that.
Man! Forty thousand years in the making.


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