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Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Born under punches ... yeah ... weren't we all ...
Occasionally we choose our own level and duration of madness.
Other times our level and duration of madness is chosen for us.
This used to be one of my introspective bourbon and cigar songs. Just hearing the music brings back long forgotten flavors and aromas, pains and pleasures.
Time leaves us all behind, but our memories often refuse.
Time leaves us all behind, but our memories often refuse.
ReplyDeleteAmen.
(smile)
ReplyDeleteYeah ...