Jun 022014
 

I turn on the news, then turn it off fast I think I know what’s going on anyway

A prisoner is being released Who can complain about that?

It’s a quiet dawn in the Blue Ridge Birds are singing, not a blade of grass stirring I feel peaceful inside

Listening to 80s music, why not? The past and present and future are one People are the same,

some growing, some not Some with a conscience, some not Some with beauty, inside and out

Listening to Whitesnake “Here I go again

Here I go again I’ve made up my mind

I ain’t wastin’ no more time…”

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