My dad had a silly pair of glasses that he called his Happy Glasses.
They were just yellow lenses, maybe for fog?
All I know is that he would put them on while driving,
and sway back and forth like Ray Charles
tickling out a great piano tune.
We would laugh and laugh.
Sometimes I think fall is like those yellow tinted frames.
Everything explodes with yellow glee,
and I can't help but thinking
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