Mar 15, 2020

And the afternoon goes on forever like some drunken bum.

And the afternoon goes on forever like some drunken bum
‘Til the sun finally drowns ‘neath the bridge and night has begun
Down by the bay, the ships horns are blasting the fog
And we stumble and mutter, run through the gutter like dogs
We’ve one card to play, we’re dying to play it each night

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Weather came around chilly May Day `after day`.

What blend of public policies could entertain strangers, and still draw angels unawares? What balance might give life to all? So lets get a ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . 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"