In an attempt tp avoid getting caught up in a traffic jam with all the "Rainy Day People" I headed out on to "Carefree Highway" where it was busy and slower due to the "Early Mornin Rain". It'll probably be this way at "Sundown" I thought. It'll be a "Black Day In July" before I go out on a day like this again. I watched ahead of me as a young man rode by on a bike. He seemed to be tilting at the windmills passing like "Don Quixote". After an hour of making my way through this major "Affair On 8th Avenue" I made it to work at the "Circle Of Steel" main offices. I entered my office and was greeted by my sweet southern secretary Jenny who I always call "Cotton Jenny". "Another rough morning" she asked. "Yeah yeah" I answered. She nodded. WIth her "Beautiful" eyes she seemed to say always look on the "Summer Side Of Life" and she is truly a "Summertime Dream". Outside I heard what sounded like a "Minstrel Of The Dawn" singing an old song by Bob Dylan or Phil Ochs or someone from that era. That song made me feel like pulling out "Old Dans Records" when I got home that evening. I shivered as the waft of air coming in was truly "Cold On The Shoulder".
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Look into his shining eyes and if you see a ghost don't be surprised......Listen to the strings. That jangle and dangle while the old guitar sings.
The lake it is said never gives up her dead, when the gales of November come early.
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