Friday, January 26, 2007
unhappy anniversary
Two years ago, on this very night, right down to the weather, I received the call that brought this news.
Tonight as I stood in my backyard silently contemplating the stars I took pause for a moment. I exhaled, I raised my glass high, and I poured a toast "to tha brothas. . . "
I simply glowed with the warmth of scotch and nostalgia.
I said a silent prayer. . .
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
I turned around and shuffled in my slippers back inside.
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Tonight as I stood in my backyard silently contemplating the stars I took pause for a moment. I exhaled, I raised my glass high, and I poured a toast "to tha brothas. . . "
I simply glowed with the warmth of scotch and nostalgia.
I said a silent prayer. . .
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
I turned around and shuffled in my slippers back inside.
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