The Hangman

I was weary almost sickly. I slept, no tears to cry. The Hangman, in my dreams soft spoke; said, “This ain’t no time to die.”

I said, “You know I fear you.” He said, “Yes, and most folks do.” Then he said, “You know I’m kinda busy.” And faded into blue.

Now I’m driving down the highway. And it’s you that’s on my mind. Is no rhyme or reason. Only hope and dreams to find.

Dennis Mantin

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