No, no, I will not accept the deprivation chamber door,
Thomas R. Barton, JD

Bravo Thomas!

Loneliness is a passing thundercloud
That darkens the world when it hovers.
For those few moments, the light is dead.
But the wind of life blows strong, always
And so the cloud passes, to haunt another
And sighs of relief resound in the air.

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