I realise I’ve been heavy lately,
sorry ’bout that you all.
So, here is an installment,
Pinterest, Face Book philosophy,
Ra Ra Ra:-)
Reminds me of this very old, French ballad, I’m talking old, 17 th century, Pauvre Ruteboeuf, the main line is: Ce sont amis que vent emportent et ils ventait devant ma porte, translation, These were friends that wind sweeps away and it was windy by my doorstep.
and, really, when all is said and done,
the truth is,
ain’t it the truth,
let’s hold on,
hold on tight.