I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind, through the window of my eyes, I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets to a land where my heart lies.
Paul Simon
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Richard Starkey #69
Q: Are you a Mod or a Rocker? A: Um, no, I'm a Mocker.
"I'm going parading before it's too late!"
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