I could not concentrate on my writing
My son Pat told me to get going
He read the novel I was working on
And wanted to read more than I was showing
I wondered why I had a hard time producing
I kept staring at the posters on the wall
Then it hit me, that was it
It was time to relocate them all
And now dear reader, the words are flowing, the work is showing
And all it took was for me
To bare the wall
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
Regis
I need to take some stuff off
the walls meself.
Lurve ya!
Rusty