Sunday, October 30, 2005

Sunday mornings, go for a ride

Today, according to the Fab Four, some of the secrets of the universe are supposed to be revealed to me.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
I wait
with bated

1 comment:

Martin Edmond said...

Many happy returns, Mark ...

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