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Why can’t eyes be fingers?

No need for a nervy stare

Just a soft tap

On someone’s wrist

To see if they care

Why can’t tears be laughter?

Daft as it sounds, it could work.

Mourners would laugh themselves silly at the graveside

And hopeless romantics could ditch the Kleenex

In favour of some special corset

Before sitting down to watch a laughie.

Why can’t hate be love?

Divorce would end in marriage

And all the tyrants and despots

On the planet

Would be canonised by the Pope on Sundays.

Why can’t death be life?

So the crowd gathered

Around my sister’s mini

Clapped and whistled her into this world,

Not stared her into the next.