Do You Know?
(If you do, then we're both as old as dirt.)
Do you know why everybody was Kung Fu fighting on a bridge over troubled water? Do you know the night they drove old Dixie down, was a long time before the night Chicago died? If so, then I'm sure you are aware that nights in white satin surrounded by the sound of silence are all right during the week, but everybody's working for the weekend because Saturday night's all right for fighting or for practicing your night moves down on Main Street at the Hotel California. If you disagree with me on this, you can take the highway to Hell or fly like an eagle over to sweet home Alabama.
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Fred Bobbitt
I am a rural American poet. I find inspiration in the simple things which comprise a country lifestyle.
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Such moving and thought-provoking expressions.