Free the Happy Ones


My name is Clive.
I'm fifty-five.

I used to hate the world.
People were cold.

They were afraid of who I am.
They were such a scam.

One day, it rained.
After, a rainbow majestically reigned.

Several angels saved me from cocaine.
Finally, I felt supported and safe.

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