Oct 23, 2019

I could go east, I could go west

few things sure of at present  . . . . . . . Jesus wasn't crucified for acting like  `polite vicar in a pair of socks and sandals,`                                           As if really have choice about present politics . . . . .                          I too am lost, I feel double-crossed
          I'm sick of what's wrong and                what's right

Air turned cold
Suppose we all need home
Sometimes  wander on alone
Stood alone on a mountain top
`Starin' out at the Great Divide
I could go east, I could go west
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin'
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singing'


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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"