There's a lot of stuff rolling around in this old head of mine. Hopefully you'll be able to understand and relate. Sometimes...you just have to get some things off your chest. And sometimes, you just have to sing outloud to a song that's been stuck in your head all day -- and dance around the room with your creaky arthritic knees. Be proud of those aches, gray hairs and laughlines....we earned every one of them.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Just...'cause.
Here's to us old survivors. Bitter, ragged, broken.....patched-up and on our feet again. We're still here.
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