“Little Bird” I look up to the little bird That glides across the sky He sings the clearest melody It makes me want to cry It makes me want to sit right down and cry cry cry I walk along the city streets So dark with rage and fear And I… I wish that I...
I spent the last couple of days in the mountains watching my mom and dad get rid of some of my grandfather’s belongings. Furniture, shoes, trinkets, appliances, cars, tables, shelves, file cabinets, you name it. Needless to say it was not pleasant. When we die our “stuff” doesn’t go with us. Makes me look at...
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