I would not exactly call it
Some kind of celebration
But honoring those who've passed
Is really my intention
So many years without them
Does grant a kind of closure
And I can happily say
Their suffering is over
The Spider Spins
Saturday, September 21, 2024
Leaves are falling at eight
Friday, September 13, 2024
A toast to more tomorrows at eight
The longer it is you walk in the rain
The more likely that you'll get wet
I didn't know we would walk this long
Or just how far we would get
But, here we are, still doing this thing
Still hanging out at the same joint
And, I suppose, after so may years,
Let's hope this is just the half-point
Saturday, September 7, 2024
Still wound up at eight
This work week was but four days
Of tribulations and trials
And it only reminds me
It's not the years but the miles
Saturday, August 31, 2024
Making light of childhood fears at eight
Some songs about bombs
One bomb in particular
A bright flash: nothing
Saturday, August 24, 2024
Well, why not? at eight
Last week, we tried to cover the earth
(And not with a paint or a stain)
But, as that went so well,
We're doing it again
Saturday, August 17, 2024
No one will believe you at eight
Life's getting busy, for what that's worth
Tonight, we're gong to cover the earth
Saturday, August 10, 2024
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