Rejoice, Rejoice...

We Have No Choice.

The sky is clearing and the night
Has cried enough
The sun, he come, the world
to soften up
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but
To carry on.

We put the paper to bed at 11. Best part of working for a weekly? You can get a weekday off.*

Love... is coming to us all.

Here's just one more then, for your Wednesday listening pleasure...

Have a wonderful evening, Mrs. Calabash.

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* I'm chalking that negotiation up to skills learned in my law school education.**

** Probably not true, but not everything is directly linked, and I'm hard up in the assets of continued education column You just never know what will pay off when, eh?

Regardless, it was a fine Wednesday for garden work.