Music Monday – “I felt like a king on the 25th day/Most precious of gifts returned my gaze/Not seventeen years, in fact less a day/Who dreamed of red flowers surrounding a grave?/Another trip ’round the sun rewinds misery/The whiskey, the tree and me”
I love that the local independent radio station wakes me up every morning and I doubly love when a song penetrates my brain as I switch from sleeping to being awake.
Today, this was the song I heard as I dozed between sleep and wake…
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