Here we wait at the midnight hour and well You might ask me as you do what the hell Are we or anyone supposed to do?
Seeing that those who run the world are nuts Getting this feeling deep down in our guts That it is all pretty much up to you And me such as we are and fate makes three
The hour is late but we can fight with fate Nobody ever wins but why not try?
We have nothing to lose since we all die In any case so look fate in the face I would die trying instead of lying
I say bring it on: let us die flying I came in with a bang so out I go And friend if you are not afraid of heights I will take you with me to trip the lights
But those who fear to try and fly just lie And dying know that they will never know
whamo slamo you whacked this one right out into left field Steve old Bud, we will never succeed if we do not try and you like I continually step back up to the plate. We ;may be jeered for all our strike outs but some day when we soar that ball right over left field for a grand slam what will be the crowds reaction then. Great write Steve.
Felix
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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