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RexRed
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 05:47 pm
I'LL NEVER FIND ANOTHER YOU

By: the Seekers

There's a new world somewhere
they call the promised land.
And I'll be there someday
if you will hold my hand.
I still need you there beside me,
no matter what I do.
For I know I'll never find another you.

There is always someone
for each of us they say.
And you'll be my someone,
forever and a day.
I could search the whole world over,
until my life is through.
But I know I'll never find another you!

It's a long, long journey,
so stay by my side.
When I walk through the storm,
you'll be my guide, be my guide!
If they gave me a fortune,
my measure would be small.
I could lose it all tomorrow,
and never mind at all.
But if I should lose your love dear,
I don't know what I'd do.
For I know I'll never find another you!
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RexRed
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 05:58 pm
dyslexia wrote:
Aldo Leopold Wilderness is located astride the crest of the Black Range of soutwestern New Mexico and is a portion of the original Gila Wilderness fostered by Aldo Leopold. Rising from hot, dry desert and semi-desert the Black Range stands as a prominent land feature from nearly all directions. Aldo Leopold Wilderness is 202,016 acres in size and contains the most rugged and wild portion of this mountain range. The deep canyons and precipitous timbered ridges typical of this area extend to the east, south, and west and support a natural blending of resources making the area outstanding as a wilderness. The mark of man and evidence of his activities are relatively obscure. Over a wide range in elevation, a network of deep canyons, rincons, timbered benches and many high vista points offer solitude and an opportunity for the visitor to escape the clutches of a mechanistic civilization. The superlative beauty of this wild and broken country is a natural setting for spiritual refreshment through self-evaluation.


Very nice dys it sounds beautiful...

Reminds me of some of the rugged raw parts of Arkansas that I vaguely remember back when I lived there.

Is that the red rock desert area of New Mexico?

I lived in Tucson Az for a while and traveled through NM and was amazed at how different the land is compared to other places in the country...

Tucson was a shocker too... the deserts were completely foreign to me, someone who had spent most of their life in the north east...
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RexRed
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 06:04 pm
Here is a fav of mine:

Cherish

The Association

Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Mold you into someone who could
Cherish me as much as I cherish you

Oh I'm beginning to think that man has never found
The words that could make you want me
That have the right amount of letters, just the right sound
That could make you hear, make you see
That you are drivin' me out of my mind

Oh I could say I need you but then you'd realize
That I want you just like a thousand other guys
Who'd say they loved you With all the rest of their lies
When all they wanted was to touch your face, your hands
And gaze into your eyes

Perish is the word that more than applies
To the hope in my heart each time I realize
That I am not gonna be the one to share your dreams
That I am not gonna be the one to share your schemes
That I am not gonna be the one to share what
Seems to be the life that you could
Cherish as much as I do yours

Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Mold you into someone who could
Cherish me as much as I cherish you

And I do cherish you
And I do cherish you

Cherish is the word
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RexRed
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 07:04 pm
Barbara Allen

In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.

He sent his servant to her door
To the town where he was dwellin'
Haste ye come, to my master's call,
If your name be be Barb'ra Allen.

So slowly, slowly got she up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"

He turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him.
Good bye, Good bye to dear friends all,
Be kind to Bar'bra Allen

When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bell knelling.
And every note, did seem to say
Oh, cruel Barb'ra Allen

"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
Make it soft and narrow
Sweet William died, for love of me,
And I shall of sorrow."

They buried her in the old churchyard
Sweet William's grave was neigh hers
And from his grave grew a red, red rose
From hers a cruel briar.

They grew and grew up the old church spire
Until they could grow no higher
And there they twined, in a true love knot,
The red, red rose and the briar.


There are countless versions of Barbara Allen. AKA Barb'ry Ellen and Barbara Ellen. It is over three centuries old. It's origins are somewhere in the British Isles, Scotland and England both claim it. Versions are found as far afield as Italy and Scandanavia. And, of course, the U.S. According to one source, there are over 98 versions of the tune in Virginia alone.... Samuel Pepys refers to the "little Scottish tune" in his Diaries in 1666.

http://www.contemplator.com/child/brballen.html
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 07:07 pm
Dead Flowers
The Rolling Stones

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 07:16 pm
You Ain't Goin' Nowhere
Cracker

(Bob Dylan)
Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
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RexRed
 
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Reply Sun 14 Aug, 2005 07:55 pm
Here is one of mine...

Son Of A Gun

When trouble rides into town
Lookin' to shoot you down
You depend on your only friend
The gun you wave around
Your daddy was a Smith
And your mamma was a Wesson
Son of a gun

There's a black cloud hangin' over
And it won't leave you alone
But the trains at the station
There to carry you home
Jesse James don't rob
Them trains no more
Son of a gun

SOLO

There's a moral to this story
It may come as a surprise
Life's a double barrel
Pointed straight into your eyes
Shoot your gun
You'll never see the sun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun...


Eric Pedersen(rexred)
3/11/94 Copyright 98
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 05:20 am
Julia Child
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Julia Child (August 15, 1912 - August 13, 2004), born Julia McWilliams, was a famous American gourmet cook, author, and television personality who introduced French cuisine and cooking techniques to the American mainstream through her many cookbooks and television programs. Her most famous works are the 1961 cookbook Mastering the Art of French Cooking and the television series The French Chef, which premiered in 1963.


Youth and World War II

Born Julia Carolyn McWilliams on August 15, 1912 to parents John and Caro McWilliams in the conservative, wealthy community of Pasadena, California in the United States of America (U.S.), she grew up eating traditional New England food prepared by the family maid. After graduating from Smith College with a Bachelor of Arts degree in 1934, she moved to New York City and worked as a copywriter for the advertising department of upscale home-furnishing firm W. & J. Sloane. After returning to California in 1937, shortly before her mother died, she spent four years at home, writing for local publications and briefly working in advertising again. Civic-minded, she volunteered with the American Red Cross and, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941, joined the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) after being turned down by the Navy for being too tall.

For a year, she worked at the OSS Emergency Sea Rescue Equipment Section in Washington, D.C., where she was a file clerk and also helped in the development of a shark repellent. She was posted to Kandy, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) in 1943, where she met her future husband Paul Cushing Child, a high-ranking OSS cartographer, and later to China, where she received the Emblem of Meritorious Civilian Service as head of the Registry of the OSS Secretariat.

Following the war, she resided in Washington, D.C., where she was married on September 1, 1946 to Mr. Child, a man of sophisticated palate who came from a prominent Boston family and had lived in Paris as an artist and poet. He joined the U.S. Foreign Service and also introduced his wife to fine cuisine. She learned to cook in order to please him and entertain their large social circle. In 1948, they moved to Paris after the U.S. State Department assigned Mr. Child as an exhibits officer with the U.S. Information Agency in France.


Post-war France

Mrs. Child repeatedly recalled her first meal in Rouen of oysters, sole meunière, and fine wine as a culinary revelation. She described the experience once in The New York Times newspaper as "an opening up of the soul and spirit for me". In Paris, she attended the famous Cordon Bleu cooking school and later studied privately with master chefs like Max Bugnard. She joined the women's cooking club Cercle des Gourmettes where she met Simone Beck who, with her friend Louisette Bertholle, was writing a French cookbook for Americans and proposed that Mrs. Child work with them to make it appeal to Americans.

In 1951, they began teaching cooking to American women in the Childs' kitchen, calling their informal school L'Ecole des Trois Gourmandes (The School of the Three Gourmands). For the next decade as the Childs moved around Europe and finally to Cambridge, Massachusetts, the three researched and repeatedly tested recipes and Mrs. Child translated the French into American English, making the recipes detailed, interesting, and practical.


Fame, books, and television series

They initially signed a contract with publisher Houghton Mifflin, which later rejected the manuscript for being too much like an encyclopedia. Finally, when it was first published in 1961 by Alfred A. Knopf, the 734-page Mastering the Art of French Cooking was a best-seller and received critical acclaim that fit well with American fascination with French culture in the early 1960s. Lauded for its helpful illustrations, precise attention to detail, and for making fine cuisine accessible to the masses, the book is still in print and is considered a seminal culinary work. Upon this success, Mrs. Child wrote magazine articles and a regular column for The Boston Globe newspaper.

A 1962 appearance on a book review show on the Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) station of Boston, WGBH, led to the inception of her television cooking show after viewers enjoyed her demonstration of how to cook an omelette. The French Chef debuted February 11, 1963 on WGBH and was immediately successful. The show ran nationally for ten years and won Peabody and Emmy Awards. Though she was not the first television cook, Mrs. Child was the most widely seen and, with her cheery attitude and distinctively charming warbly voice, attracted the broadest audience.

Mrs. Child's second book, The French Chef Cookbook, was a collection of the recipes she had demonstrated on the show. It was soon followed in 1971 by Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume Two, again in collaboration with Simone Beck, but not with Louisette Bertholle, with whom they had ended their partnership. Julia's fourth book, From Julia Child's Kitchen, was illustrated with her husband's photographs.

In the 1970s and 1980s, she was the star of numerous television programs, including Julia Child & Company and Dinner at Julia's. She starred in four more series in the 1990s that featured guest chefs: Cooking with Master Chefs, In Julia's Kitchen with Master Chefs, Baking with Julia, and Julia Child & Jacques Pepin Cooking at Home. She has collaborated with Jacques Pepin many times for television programs and cookbooks. All of Mrs. Child's books in this time grew out of the television series of the same names.

Mrs. Child was a favorite of audiences from the moment of her television debut on public television in 1963 and her personage was a familiar part of American culture. In 1966, she was featured on the cover of Time magazine with the heading, "Our Lady of the Ladle". In a 1978 Saturday Night Live sketch, she was affectionately parodied by Dan Aykroyd, continuing with a cooking show despite profuse bleeding from a cut to the thumb. Jean Stapleton portrayed her in a 1989 musical, Bon Appétit!, based on one of her televised cooking lessons. She also inspired a character on the Children's Television Workshop program, The Electric Company (1971-1977).

In 1981, she founded the educational American Institute of Wine and Food in California with vintner Robert Mondavi and others to "advance the understanding, appreciation and quality of wine and food", a pursuit she had already begun with her books and television appearances.

Retirement

Her husband Paul, who was ten years older, died in 1994 after living in a nursing home for five years during a series of strokes in 1989. The couple did not have children. Paul Child had an identical twin brother, Charles, who was also an artist.

In 2001, she moved to a retirement community in Santa Barbara, California, donating her house and office to Smith College. She gave her kitchen, which was designed by her husband with high counters to accommodate her height and which served as the set for three of her television series, to the Smithsonian National Museum of American History, where it is now on display in Washington, D.C.

She received the French Legion of Honor in 1991 and the U.S. Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2003.

On August 13, 2004, Julia Child died in her sleep of kidney failure at her home in Santa Barbara, at the age of 91.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Child
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 05:32 am
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 05:57 am
Good morning WA2K radio audience and contributors.

First I would like to express our delight to dj and Rex for keeping our listeners entertained with music and message.

Rex, that original gun song of yours was great. You have a real talent, buddy. Thanks for playing your music here.

Bob the bio man. I think all of us continue to be amazed and enlightened by your background on famous folks. Although I never watched Julia Child too much, she is quite a notable among the gourmet set. And I was particularly intrigued with your info on the "little" general. You dispelled quite a few myths for us.

If I missed recognizing anyone, just blame it on a fuzziness that still clings to Letty's being pre coffee. <smile>
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McTag
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:07 am
We mentioned Joan Baez and Phil Ochs: I think it was Phil who wrote this

Joan Baez

Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune, go you or I......mm.mm

Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune ,go you or I, mm.mm

Show me the whiskey, stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man
with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you or I, mmm,mm

Show me the country, where the bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall
And I'll show you a young land
with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you and I, you and I.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:14 am
Good morning Letty. I knew Julia and that was no veneer she put on. She was perpetually jovial and a delight to talk to. She and her husband were in the store I managed in Harvard Square once and as Julia and I chatted he stuck his head around from in back of her and said to me "I'm here too". Julia was quite large and Paul was really quite content to let her conduct the various conversations as a significant amount of the inhabitants would stop to pass the time of day with her. I never saw her without a smile.
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Francis
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:19 am
Good morning, all!

Both bios connected to France today, Bob!
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:23 am
Good afternoon, McTag. I really liked the simple, but not so simple, message that your song brought to all of us here. I must get better acquainted with Phil Ochs.

Bob, you simply amaze me. How wonderful to have met that lady with the very distinctive voice, and her husband sounds like a delight as well.

Here's an interesting new item:

GREAT FALLS, S.C. (AP) - A small South Carolina town is facing a hefty legal bill after losing a battle over whether it should stop using Jesus Christ's name in prayers before council meetings.

The U.S. Supreme Court refused in June to hear the town's appeal of a lower court ruling over the prayers.

Now Darla Wynne wants Great Falls to pay her more than $65,000 to cover legal bills. A judge is expected to rule on the matter within the next two months.

Wynne, who describes herself as a Wiccan priestess, sued Great Falls in 2001, saying the town violated the separation between church and state by using the name Jesus Christ in prayers because it promoted one religion over the other.

The money is not covered by insurance, and it is unclear where the town about 2,200 residents would get the cash. The amount is about 7 percent its annual budget.

"It'll be an enormous undertaking for us," town attorney Michael Hemlepp said.

Wynne's lawyer said attorneys had incurred only about $18,000 in expenses before the town decided to appeal. "We spent two years in extra litigation while they went to the U.S. Supreme Court, and I think the case was clear from the beginning," said attorney Herbert Buhl.

The Rev. Michael Sollers, pastor of Evangel Temple Assembly of God, said most of the town supported the council's decision to keep fighting the case and would be willing to help pay the legal fees.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:29 am
But of course my friend. I am aware of the many things France has added to our entertainment and knowledge. I recently had a conversation with a Frenchman over here and we discussed this very thing. He was amazed when I pointed out the best book on entomology I ever read was written by a Frenchman. If you haven't read it try to fit it into your reading schedule. The book is the insect world of J. Henri Fabre. I guarantee it is a fascinating book and draws you into a new world. He had never heard of it and was delighted to hear my evaluation.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:34 am
Good afternoon, Francis. Isn't everything connected to France in one way or another?<smile>

Folks, I have been really taking a long look at language and its import on all of us. Words and expressions that we use so glibly and never stop to think of what English may convey to other nations, need to be examined more closely, i.e. Bob's demonstration of the use of the word petit as a term of endearment.
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McTag
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 06:43 am
France, you say?

THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE
by
Lewis Carroll

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on a shingle--will you come and join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't
you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't
you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how de- lightful it will be,
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance--
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.

Would not, could not, would not,
could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not,
could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore you know, upon the other side.
The farther off from England the nearer is to France--
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't
you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't
you, won't you join the dance?

--From -Alice in Wonderland- by Lewis Carroll.
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Francis
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 07:01 am
"The farther off from England the nearer is to France".

Now I know where France' is... :wink:
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Francis
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 07:04 am
Letty wrote:
Bob's demonstration of the use of the word petit as a term of endearment.


Like "Mon petit chou" - my little cabbage. Laughing
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 15 Aug, 2005 07:24 am
McTag, I love The Lobster Quadrille as it incorporates all my wild things. <smile>

Francis, you do indeed have an amazing memory, mon "Le grand" capusta. Razz

Hey, Boston. Sounds like fascinating reading this entomological etymological creation.

Today is Oscar Peterson's birthday. He is probably one of the greatest jazz pianist in a very long line of jazz performers, so in his honor:

The Windmills Of Your Mind Lyrics


Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that YOU said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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