Ah me, When I though of my cats (none of them came back) I took a brief cat nap on my fouton.
I awakened, thinking of my friends here:
edgar, roger, filipe, but although tsar and I are friends with feathers, he hasn't been here in a while.
Once again, thinking of Freud and his balancing of the cathexes.
The id, the ego and the super ego. He also helped the Victorian ladies by translating their dreams.
Thinking of George and Brad doing that's what friends are four, I now have
only three here.Well, maybe the crooner will help get them back. My Mamma loved him:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIvuorCpyBU