Thursday, February 12, 2015

once in a lullaby

..."someplace where there isn't any you suppose there is such a place, Toto?"

I hate to see people have trouble.  It makes me feel sad and anxious.

Or maybe not -- sad, but very anxious.

Don't bring weapons; this is not the wild west.

(I think that I have about "had it" with weapons, this week.  Good thing tomorrow is Friday.)

...where troubles melt like lemon drops
a-way above the chimney-tops...


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