A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary
The wind doubtless cries many more names than "Mary." We have a name in mind, Gentle Reader... but we shall let that pass. We're listening to Pandora's "Rolling Stones" station this afternoon... and here's a sample of what we've heard in the past six minutes or so:
It's SUCH a nice day here on The High Plains of New Mexico... 79 degrees, a crystal-clear blue sky, and the gentlest of gentle breezes. Our awning is down, the beer is cool, the music is great, and we're enjoying a shady afternoon outdoors on the verandah. And so it's back outside to continue as we've begun... I hope your Saturday is as good as ours.
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