Tomorrow
That is when I will write a post about the “Witching Hour”. You know, that time between when the kids get home from school and dinner. It is an explosion of arms and legs everywhere, wide open screaming mouth. Crying. Whining……and that is just me.
House of the Rising SunNoise
There is a house, in south-central Texas
They caaaaaaaaall the Rising Noise!
And its been the ruin of many a voice
And God…I know…. mine’s one.
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