RIMSHOT
Ride the rough road Sally,
come through to the other side.
Enter laughing then exit leaving.
There are bread crumbs on this
table which we leave for the little
birdies. Any time you want you can
see them at the feeder. Life has a
fatal rhythm all its own - it's lovely
and nice and then it's not. Ride the
rough road, Sally, to exit out the
other side. Love, salvation.
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