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 ...

Hear
Frank ...
De ...
Lima

Singing
About
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.