
I don't visit enough
to remember simple things.
Isn't that silly?
There's a short list of things
I'd like to do.
I have a suspicion
there's some little fear creature
whispering in the space
where songs used to sing.
SO, This Morning
I opened the Greatest Song Book of All Time.
and
SANG.
Yeppers,
The Cure?
Sing LOUD!
π
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ps – Once I refused to eat apples because “they made my teeth itch.” Now I like them . . . giggle.
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