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Sitting Alone On A Hot Tuesday NIght With Nothing But My Thoughts
Sitting Alone On A Hot Tuesday NIght With Nothing But My Thoughts Sitting alone listening to John Prine singing about Loretta and the who've grown in a hot room too lazy to get up and turn on the AC. Waiting for someone to say hello. There's no reason to be here anymore, but I stay because I don't have anywhere to go. Like Mayonnaise. It's been quiet for a while and quiet is good. When you can find it buried in the noise of the news and the neighbors. I like John Prine. He makes me think sad, warm thoughts. I didn't discover him until after he'd died. I had heard about him, but never gave him much of a listen. The same is true of J.J. Cale, although I'd listened to him before thanks to Eric Clapton. Just another passing thought, dream or nightmare lost in the air. If you are lucky, you can't remember the worst of the nightmares. It's been a tough few months living in my head. just another place where there's no way out. And that may not be a bad thing. If forces you/me to work through the fog and the muck. Even if you/I don't know where I'm going or even if I want to get there. "Tell her you love her, each and every night." J.J. Cale "You love her as she's walking out the door." Jim Morrison Reactions. Disappearing like fog in the rising sun. It's too early to sleep, but morning comes too soon. There's nothing to see here, move along, citizen. It's all under control. |
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hello love - just passing through - you look good in yellow. stay well, safe, sane. Margie You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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hello love - just passing through - you look good in yellow. stay well, safe, sane. Margie
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