Sick Humor is Contagious
The square sign declares an exception:
”This does not apply for transportation to the infection clinic.”
Sick, Baby (by Dartwill Aquila)
Sick of flying with a broken wing.
Sick of listening to snakes that sing.
Sick of waiting for a number to ring.
Sick of hearing dongs that don’t ding.
Sick, baby, sick. That’s my thing.
(Tomorrow: War Without Weapons for a World Without War)


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