Wallowing in a sea of thoughts
That splash upon my head.
Seems the storm is over
And I can go back to bed.
Nothing like a sea that's rough,
To keep you floating high.
From all that i've swallowed,
And that's plenty, I tell you no lie.
Wake me in the morning,
That is if I'm not dead.
Never can tell for certain,
Till the morning papers I've read.
Ron
Plus, I'm thankful my brain is still working enough to be able to read it.
Dan
PS Now where did I put that darn paper?
Diana...
Love ya!
Jane
Thanks
Chris