Nov 4, 2024

Odd sleep pattern.


Outing in Gods cathedral. Leaves are falling, ground wet, duck's are on flooded fields. Buses running empty. Colder today.

Need to be away today worth hassle, time away.

My sleep odd at present, getting few hours here, awake falling asleep few hours up again.

Knackering.

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All about the big lies on the wires.

  A masterful musician, composer, and orchestrator, who left his mark on the American musical culture. A man of soulfulness and swing. “If ...

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"