The Fortune-Telling Lady Has Even Taken All Her Things Inside
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Haven't done a lot of Dylan because my life has been smooth as silk lately. A little bump here and there, every now and then, but silk it is. I have my cocoons, looms and weavers. They may not know it, but everyday I look at them going about their busy business and pray for them.
This post is not as senseless as it looks, atleast to me.
Labels: 2010, Grief, If Only, Me Moi Myself
posted by Plumpernickel @ 11/24/2010 02:37:00 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
I like your taste in music. I like your taste in shoes.
I like your tweets. How does one meet you?
Ah mean, sistah, who be @plumpernickel?
Dada, vy simple! Hang around the haute shoes shops in Ballygunge, circulate DP among baking suppliers there, make cautious inquiries with Xavier's - all the best!
Mwahahaha You guys crack me up. Also, all 3 suggestions useless. :-)
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