Good morning! It's cold here, and blustery, rainy, windy...but likely, not as cold as where you are. I do hear the song of 'the great snowbirdy', singing..."get yo shit together, mama, we be leave'n the lands above the 40th parallel!" "But, where we go'n honey? This makes no sense!" "It don't need to make no sense! 'We go'n to see Bruce!'"
Smile!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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