Strange people

I am meeting all kind of strange people. They look strange at me. They look weird. They also smell strange, like sulphur, like hell, and they stare and stare. They tell strange things, they speak funny, they talk peculiar, and strangly stare. They are eccentrics. There are also other people and they wander about all these strange people. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2009