Friday, January 7, 2011

good morning friend

Good morning, son

I am a bird

Wearing a brown polyester shirt

You want a Coke?

Maybe some fries?

The roast beef combo's only $9.95

It's okay, you don't have to pay

I've got all the change

Everybody knows

It hurts to grow up

And everybody does

It's so weird to be back here

Let me tell you what

The years go on and

We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me

I'm sorry
i title this good morning friend as i don't have a son. i do, however, mentor people fairly regularly. and the struggles wear different clothes and come in different packages, but don't seem to change that much. i have been listening to ben folds this morning and there is a melancholy to his words and music that is laced with light and frivolity. i hope this is what i share with you this morning my friends..

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again, good morning friend... and hello weekend!