A meager piece of bread, from one beggar to another
Thursday, July 14, 2011
An endless supply of love songs flood the radio... my claim as a 'He-man-woman-hater' weakens when I soon realize I am a hopeless romantic that sympathizes with each song. My mind slips off and before I know it I'm walking hand and hand through the prairie, placing a flower behind her ear.
Oh no! This is not good. Ah, I know just the thing: Bob Dylan, "It Ain't Me Babe." As the song spins on my ipod my heartbeat slows and my sanity returns. The sign over my heart has once again been put up: 'NO GIRLS ALLOWED.'