Bare Trees. Grey Light. Oh yeah, it was a cold night.
I was alone in the cold of a winter's day. You were alone and so snug in your bed.
Bare Trees. Grey Light. Oh yeah, it was a cold night.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Monday, October 28, 2019
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