Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Soften the ground ... with some laughing

Rain is falling, falling, falling. In the dark of the early, early, early morning. Worry tries to steal my dream-time glory. What can stop the worry from thwarting?

A song (in pidgin)
A voice (like no other)
A face (not the mafia)

As familiar yet so far away, I switch the channel, soften the flow and ...

Frank ...
De ...

SPAM Musubi

Thanks so much. Bruddah Frank you can still make me laugh till my stomach aches; and chase them worry warts far, far, far away.

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