Noooo
Can't go back to sleep
Thus, I'm trying blogging therapy
We're back to Paul Simon
" I don't expect to sleep through the night " an Obvious Child
The weather has cooperated mega. Blue skies, dash of wind and some rain.
Apparently, farmers needed a bit more rain especially near the Quarter Mile.
The students took pictures at the re-union and posted them on Facebook, well, on 'messenger ' at least.
We range in age from 69 to 86. The # 60 is long ago. At least the sweater fit.
I recall it used to be so loose - yeah right
Maybe Guthrie was right so says ' Whitehorse '
in " Kicking Down Your Door "
Make way for the welcoming committee All smiles & handshakes for now They are screening refugees for authenticity The desparados keep their eyes on the ground Here comes the weight of suspicion Accusations growing like weeds Now the young men in their hand me down parkas Bartering these archaic dreams oooooh kicking down your door oooooh kicking down your door
Nap time at 3 P
I'm dead
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