The clock hoovers at almost midnight, the witching hour as Friday rolls into Saturday...fuck yeah baby, ITS THE WEEKEND...great song, great reality as the Scotch settles in, my wife upstairs, sick in bed. Nothing serious, a cold...almost but not quite the flu. She's been home since Wednesday, took Thursday and Today off from work. One, 2, THREE tell me what can I do...she'll be fine come Monday. Tomorrow morning is the one year Anniversary...breast cancer changes everything. In a few hours from now it will be exactly one year to the minute that a Limousine pulled up in front of the house to take us into Sloan Kettering. Couldn't sleep that night either. Happy Anniversary Love.Anyone have scissors?
Nothing too worry about, that is too say
Nothing to deep, nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Partial Lumpectomy
A nip and a tuck
small dent in the bumper
my eyes, not hers
So how do you start this submarine?
one, two, three, four...five, six seven and eight
A year changes the perceptions
Lets all sing...all together now
LE GALIZE......LEGALIZE...all together now
L E G A L I Z E
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