An Original Work / January 17, 2022 Dead men, dry bones, Wickedness fully formed. Hearers not, doers nay, So they all go out and play. Lie now, lie then, Truth not tell then to then. Whispers here, whispers there, Never once do say a prayer. “Turn now this way, Turnabout is fair play.” Jekyll-Hyde, double … Continue reading Dead Men, Dry Bones