A note by any other name
I know might read more sweet
Perhaps the sun will never shine
Upon my field of wheat
But still in closing let me say
For those too sick oh sick to see
Though nothing showed
Someone knows
I wish that one was me
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I had no idea Procol Harum was a group name.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procol_Harum
Good to have you back around, BDB.
Without the whippings morale has been shot.
Ah, memories. Youth, boundless energy and the unlimited future
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, ‘There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.’
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
***
Me, too, Brent…
Actually, it looks like things have been just great without me. Been busy this week. Slept in the parking lot of a convenience store right around the corner from my house, because tired. Fortunately, I was in my car. Not sleeping on the pavement.
Did you put a blue sheet over your car?
[The homeless in Japan always use blue tarps. ]
They may’ve been “just” great without you, Beloved Admin, now that you’ve returned, they’re *outstanding*, imho…