Friday, March 03, 2006
I am marching in the nursing homer.
Looking for a place to roam.
I do not dare to show my face.
So I am stamping here in place.
My old lady is now long gone.
She died and bought the farm.
So here I am to this date
Awaiting my fate.
Looking for a place to roam.
I do not dare to show my face.
So I am stamping here in place.
My old lady is now long gone.
She died and bought the farm.
So here I am to this date
Awaiting my fate.