One must lament regularly for a sense of balance. The sun must shine and then it must rest behind the clouds while the rain falls and falls and everything turns green. Green, green, green, even in Alberta, green
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And then you have to mix that with something of myself. I suspect you were right about there never being a melody, although after the last lament you had talked about singing it...
Also, this was beautiful. And I sympathize with the feeling of heroics, being hollared and hooted at. I look forward to a day when I can ride my bike minus the vocal audience.
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no rain pants?
thiiiis is a lament...
rain hat?
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.. you know, there is no melody associated with that in my head anymore. It seems likely that there never was. ;)
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And then you have to mix that with something of myself. I suspect you were right about there never being a melody, although after the last lament you had talked about singing it...
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I thoroughly agree.
Also, this was beautiful. And I sympathize with the feeling of heroics, being hollared and hooted at. I look forward to a day when I can ride my bike minus the vocal audience.
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