Sunday, May 28, 2017

When Hearts Take Over

No expectations, that's the ticket. We're not getting out alive so enjoy the company. Make someone happy. Funny thing is you can do it with a smile. A hug. Three chords.

They shoulda' called me Lucky. I got a lightning rod for a spine and they mixed up brain parts. I've got a heart that won't go slow and my blood is too red. I'm a slow learner, a good eater and I've got the best intentions you ever saw.

Enough about me; what do you do. Oh, I'm kidding. Your essence is obvious.

My only advice- don't ever sit at the grown-up table.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.


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